Eternity, Poem by Arthur Rimbaud

She is found again.
What? – Eternity.
It is the sea gone off
With the sun.

Sentinel soul,
Let us murmur the confession
Of the night so void
And of the day on fire.

From human suffrages,
From common impulses,
There you free yourself
And fly according to.

Since from you alone,
Embers of satin,
Duty is exhaled
Without one saying: at last.

There no hope,
No orietur.
Science with patience,
The torment is sure.

She is found again.
What? – Eternity.
It is the sea gone off
With the sun.

Arthur Rimbaud

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