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 Don Juan in Hell (From Baudelaire)

The night Don Juan came to pay his fees To Charon, by the caverned water’s shore, A beggar, proud-eyed as Antisthenes, Stretched out his knotted fingers on the oar.

Mournful, with drooping breasts and robes unsewn The shapes of women swayed in ebon skies, Trailing behind him with a restless moan Like cattle herded for a sacrifice.

Here, grinning for his wage, stood Sganarelle, And here Don Luis pointed, bent and dim, To show the dead who lined the holes of Hell, This was that impious son who mocked at him.

The hollow-eyed, the chaste Elvira came, Trembling and veiled, to view her traitor spouse. Was it one last bright smile she thought to claim, Such as made sweet the morning of his vows? 135