The Poems and Prose Poems of Charles Baudelaire – Charles Baudelaire – Gece Kitaplığı

And near a waterless stream the piteous swanOpened his beak, and bathing in the dustHis nervous wings, he cried (his heart the whileFilled with a vision of his own fair lake):"O water, when then wilt thou come in rain?Lightning, when wilt thou glitter?"