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"See each vessel that dreams

In its whimsical vagabond way,

Since its for your least whim

The oceans they swim

From the ends of the night and the day.

The sun, going down, With its glory will crown

Canals, fields, and cities entire,

While the whole earth is rolled

In jacinth and gold

Of its warming and radiant fire.

There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure

With all things in order and measure. 

 

- Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire, New York, 1952