I am lovely, O mortals, like a dream of stone; And my breast, where everyone is bruised in his turn, Has been made to awaken in poets a love That is … - Charles Baudelaire

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I am lovely, O mortals, like a dream of stone;
And my breast, where everyone is bruised in his turn,
Has been made to awaken in poets a love
That is eternal and as silent as matter.<p>I am throned in blue sky like a sphinx unbeknown;
My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans;
I detest any movement displacing still lines,
And never do I weep and never laugh.