To the too-dear, to the too-beautiful, <br />who fills my heart with clarity, <br />to the angel, to the immortal idol, <br />All hail, in immortality! <br />She flows through my reality, <br />air, mixed with the salt sea-swell: <br />into my soul’s ecstasy, <br />pours the essence of the eternal; <br />Ever-fresh sachet, that scents <br />the dear corner’s atmospheric light, <br />hidden smoke, of the burning censer, <br />in the secret paths of night. <br />How, incorruptible love, <br />to express your endless verities? <br />Grain of musk, unseen, above, <br />in the depths of my infinities! <br />To the too-dear, to the too-beautiful, <br />who is my joy and sanity, <br />to the angel, to the immortal idol, <br />All hail in immortality!<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-8/
