Perhaps an Evening awaits me <br />when I shall drink I peace in some old Town, <br />and die the happier: since I am patient! <br />If my pain submits, if I ever have any gold, <br />shall I choose the North or the Country of Vines? … <br />- Oh! It is shameful to dream - since it is pure loss! <br />And if I become once more the old traveler, <br />never can the green inn be open to me again.<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-man-dreams/
