How beautiful a new sun is when it rises,
flashing out its greeting, like an explosion!
Happy, whoever hails with sweet emotion
its descent, nobler than a dream, to our eyes!
I remember! I’ve seen all, flower, furrow, fountain,
swoon beneath its look, like a throbbing heart…
–Let’s run quickly, it’s late, towards the horizon,
to catch at least one slanting ray as it departs!
~ Charles Baudelaire.