In the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, <br />And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: <br />Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. <br />I will let the wind bathe my bare head. <br />I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: <br />But infinite love will mount in my soul; <br />And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, <br />Through the country side-joyous as if I were with a woman.<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sensation-2/
