How beautiful a new sun is when it rises, <br />flashing out its greeting, like an explosion! <br />- Happy, whoever hails with sweet emotion <br />its descent, nobler than a dream, to our eyes! <br />I remember! I’ve seen all, flower, furrow, fountain, <br />swoon beneath its look, like a throbbing heart… <br />- Let’s run quickly, it’s late, towards the horizon, <br />to catch at least one slanting ray as it departs! <br />But I pursue the vanishing God in vain: <br />irresistible Night establishes its sway, <br />full of shudders, black, dismal, cold: <br />an odour of the tomb floats in the shadow, <br />at the swamp’s edge, feet faltering I go, <br />bruising damp slugs, and unexpected toads.<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sunset-of-romanticism/
