DAWN by ARTHUR RIMBAUD I have kissed the summer dawn. Before the palaces, nothing moved. The water lay dead...On the silvered summit, I came upon the goddess. Then one by one I lifted her veils...Above the road in a thicket of laurel, I caught her in her gathering veils, And smelled the scent of her immense body. Dawn and the child fell together at the bottom of the wood. When I awoke it was noon.