A rap of your finger on the drum <br />fires all the sounds <br />and starts a new harmony. <br />A step of yours: the levy of new men <br />and their marching on. <br /> <br />Your head turns away: <br />O the new love! <br />Your head turns back: <br />O the new love! <br /> <br />'Change our lots, confound the plagues, <br />beginning with time,' <br />to you these children sing. <br />'Raise no matter where the substance <br />of our fortune and our desires,' <br />they beg you. <br /> <br />Arrival of all time, <br />who will go everywhere.<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-reason/
