At four o'clock on a summer morning, <br />The Sleep of love still lasts. <br />Under the spinneys the dawn disperses scents <br />Of the festive night. <br /> <br />But down there in the huge workshop <br />Near the Hesperidean sun, <br />The carpenters in their shirtsleeves <br />are already astir. <br /> <br />Peaceful in the midst of their wilderness of foam, <br />They are preparing the costly canopies <br />Where the riches of the city <br />Will smile beneath painted skies. <br /> <br />Ah ! for these charming labourer's sakes <br />Subjects of a king of Babylon, <br />Venus ! leave Lovers for a little while, <br />Whose souls are wearing crowns. <br /> <br />O Queen of the Sheperds! <br />Take strong liquor to the workers, <br />So that their strength may be calmed <br />Until the sea-bathe at noon.<br /><br />Arthur Rimbaud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pleasant-thought-for-the-morning/
