Those lit eyes go before me, in full view, <br />(Some cunning angel magnetised their light) - <br />Heavenly twins, yet my own brothers too, <br />Shaking their diamond blaze into my sight. <br /> <br />My steps from every trap or sin to save, <br />In the strait road of Beauty they conduct me, <br />They are my servants, and I am their slave, <br />Obedient in whatever they instruct me. <br /> <br />Delightful eyes, you burn with mystic rays <br />Like candles in broad day; red suns may blaze, <br />But cannot quench their still, fantastic light. <br /> <br />Those candles burn for death, but you for waking : <br />You sing the dawn that in my soul is breaking, <br />Stars which no sun could ever put to flight!<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-living-torch/
