We have found it again.

What? Time without end.

'Tis the ocean gone

For a walk with the sun.

Soul, you sentinel,

Murmur and confess,

Day is fiery hell,

Night is nothingness.

From the common urges,

From the human highest

Far thy path diverges:

Following thou fliest…

No expectancy,

No orietur,

Science patiently;

Punishment is sure.

From your blaze alone,

Satin flames of force,

Duty's breath is blown;

No one says : of course.

We have found it again.

What? Time without end.

'Tis the ocean gone

For a walk with the sun.

—-

Arthur Rimbaud, Time Without End.