My sentinel soul,
Of human sanctions,
From your ardor alone,
Never a hope;
I have recovered it.
What? Eternity.
It is the sea
Matched with the sun.
Let us murmur the vow
Of the night so void
And of the fiery day.
Of common transports,
You free yourself:
Your soar according...
Embers of satin,
Duty exhales,
Without anyone saying at last.
No genesis.
Skill with patience...
Anguish is certain.
What? Eternity.
It is the sea
Matched with the sun.
