Invitation to the Voyage
Charles Baudelaire · 1857
My child, my sister, Think of the rapture Of living together there! Of loving at will, Of loving till death, In the land that is like you!
The misty sunlight Of those cloudy skies Has for my spirit the charms, So mysterious, Of your treacherous eyes, Shining brightly through their tears.
There all is order and beauty, Luxury, peace, and pleasure.