Here you will find the Poem Nest ce pas quil est doux-In English of poet Charles Baudelaire
Is it not pleasant, now we are tired, and tarnished, like other men, to search for those fires in the furthest East, where, again, we might see morning?s new dawn, and, in mad history, hear the echoes, that vanish behind us, the sighs of the young loves, God gives, at the start of our lives?
