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Arthur Rimbaud - Pleasant Thought For The Morning
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At four o`clock on a summer morning, 
The Sleep of love still lasts. 
Under the spinneys the dawn disperses scents 
Of the festive night. 

But down there in the huge workshop 
Near the Hesperidean sun, 
The carpenters in their shirtsleeves 
are already astir. 

Peaceful in the midst of their wilderness of foam, 
They are preparing the costly canopies 
Where the riches of the city 
Will smile beneath painted skies. 

Ah ! for these charming labourer`s sakes 
Subjects of a king of Babylon, 
Venus ! leave Lovers for a little while, 
Whose souls are wearing crowns. 

O Queen of the Sheperds! 
Take strong liquor to the workers, 
So that their strength may be calmed 
Until the sea-bathe at noon.
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