I have kissed the summer dawn.
Before the palaces, nothing moved.
The water lay dead.
Battalions of shadows still kept the forest road.
I walked, walking warm and vital breath,
While stones watched, and wings rose soundlessly.
My first adventure, in a path already gleaming
With a clear pale light,
Was a flower who told me its name.

-Arthur Rimbaud, "Dawn"

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