This is the sanctuary <br />where the prettified young lady, <br />calm, and always ready, <br />fans her breasts, aglow, <br />elbow on the pillow, <br />hears the fountain’s flow: <br />it’s the room of Dorothea. <br />- The breeze and water distantly <br />sing their song, mingled here <br />with sobs to soothe the spoiled child’s fear. <br />From tip to toe, most thoroughly, <br />her delicate surfaces appear, <br />oiled with sweet perfumery. <br />- the flowers nearby swoon gracefully.<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-away-from-here-2/
