Elevation (rough)

Over the marshes, over the valleys,
the mountains, the woods, the clouds, the seas
Beyond the sun, beyond the ethers
Beyond the confines of the starry spheres

My spirit, you move with agility
And like a good swimmer in raptures in the wave
You gaily plough the deep immensity
With an inexpressible and male sensual pleasure

Take off well far from these morbid miasmas
Go and purify yourself in the upper air
And drink, like a pure and divine liquor
The clear fire which fills clear space

Behind the problems, and the vast griefs,
Which charge with their weight foggy existence
Happy is he who with a vigourous wing can
Soar to the luminous and serene fields

He whose thoughts, like the larks
To the sky in the morning take a free flight
Who glides on life, and understands without effort
the language of flowers and of mute things