J'ai embrassé l'aube d'été. - Arthur Rimbaud

"Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck...

And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot..."

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

L'aube exalteé ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu quelquefois ce que l'homme a cru voir!

(And dawn, exalted like a host of doves - and then I've seen what men believe they've seen!)