Hymn, Poem by Charles Baudelaire

To the dearest, to the fairest
Who fills my heart with clarity,
To the angel, to the immortal idol,
Hail in immortality!

She spreads through my life
Like an air steeped in salt,
And into my unquenchable soul
Pours the taste of the eternal.

Ever-fresh sachet that perfumes
The atmosphere of a cherished nook,
Forgotten censer that smokes
In secret throughout the night,

How, incorruptible love,
Can I express you with truth?
Grain of musk that lies, invisible,
At the bottom of my eternity!

To the kindest, to the fairest
Who makes my joy and my health,
To the angel, to the immortal idol,
Hail in immortality!

Charles Baudelaire

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