Nature is a temple where living pillars Sometimes let out confused words; Man goes through symbol forests Which observe him with familiar eyes.
Like long echoes that by far merge In a dark and deep unity, As vast as the night and clarity, The perfumes, the colors and the sounds answer each other.
Its fresh scents like children's flesh, Sweet like oboes, green like meadows, And others, corrupt, rich and triumphant,
Having the expansion of infinite things, Like amber, musk, benzoin and incense Who sing the transports of the mind and the senses