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Lying in her long veils on the calm black water

And to grow in the corn lull them asleep of brilliant flies;
pours burning love the devil's paladins;
that by starlight! he sings and the woods sing!

Vision of her big breasts by the wave.
- its coolness on my feet, the beads of their loves.
In a slumbering alder hemmed in by chimaeras.
- from violet forests: where the stars are sleeping.

Lying in her long veils, on the calm black water
embroidered with black moss her great veils rising
mount in my soul but endless;

I cared nothing for all, hurled of the hulks hurricane,
of sour apples pale-eyed realize in antique dramas
the scented twilight, devoured by vermin

by Anon & Arthur Rimbaud