Here you will find the Poem Invitation to the Voyage of poet Charles Baudelaire
Imagine, ma petite, Dear sister mine, how sweet Were we to go and take our pleasure Leisurely, you and I? To lie, to love, to die Off in that land made to your measure! A land whose suns' moist rays, Through the skies' misty haze, Hold quite the same dark charms for me As do your scheming eyes When they, in their like wise, Shine through your tears, perfidiously. There all is order, naught amiss: Comfort and beauty, calm and bliss. Treasure galore?ornate, Time-glossed?would decorate Our chamber, where the rarest blooms Would blend their lavish scent, Heady and opulent, With wisps of amber-like perfumes; Where all the Orient's Splendid, rich ornaments? Deep mirrors, ceilings fine?would each, In confidential tone, Speak to the soul alone In its own sweet and secret speech. There all is order, naught amiss: Comfort and beauty, calm and bliss. See how the ships, asleep? They who would ply the deep!? Line the canals: to satisfy Your merest whim they come From far-flung heathendom And skim the seven seas. ?On high, The sunset's rays enfold In hyacinth and gold, Field and canal; and, with the night, As shadows gently fall, Behold! Life sleeps, and all Lies bathed in warmth and evening light. There all is order, naught amiss: Comfort and beauty, calm and bliss.