Morning Good Thought, Poem by Arthur Rimbaud

At four in the morning, in summer,
The sleep of love still lasts.
Under the groves the dawn evaporates
The scent of the celebrated evening.

But over there in the immense worksite
Toward the sun of the Hesperides,
In shirt sleeves, the carpenters
Already are stirring.

In their desert of moss, tranquil,
They prepare the precious paneling
Where the wealth of the city
Will laugh under false skies.

Ah! for these charming Workers
Subjects of a king of Babylon,
Venus! leave the Lovers a while,
Whose souls are crowned.

O Queen of Shepherds!
Bring the workers brandy,
So that their strength may be at peace
While waiting for the bath in the sea, at noon.

Arthur Rimbaud

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