Rimbaud It's found we see. What? – Eternity. It's the sun, free To flow with the sea. Soul on watch Let whispers confess Of the empty night Of the day's excess. From the mortal weal From the common urge Here you diverge To fly as you feel. Since from you alone, Embers of satin, Duty breathes down With no 'at last' spoken. There's nothing of hope, No entreaty here. Science and patience, Torture is real. It's found we see. What? – Eternity. It's the sun, free To flow with the sea. It's found we see! What? – Eternity. It's the sun, mingled With the sea. My immortal soul Keep your vow Despite empty night And the day's glow. So you'll diverge From the mortal weal From the common urge, And fly as you feel... – No hope, never, No entreaty here. Science and patience, Torture is real. No more tomorrow, Embers of satin, Your own ardour The only duty. It's found we see. – What? – Eternity. It's the sun, mingled With the sea.