Flowers of Evil (Shanks)/Correspondences

 Correspondences 

Nature's a fane where down each corridor of living pillars, darkling whispers roll, — a symbol-forest every pilgrim soul must pierce, 'neath gazing eyes it knew before.

like echoes long that from afar rebound, merged till one deep low shadowy note is born, vast as the night or as the fires of morn, sound calls to fragrance, colour calls to sound.

cool as an infant's brow some perfumes are, softer than oboes, green as rainy leas; others, corrupt, exultant, rich, unbar

wide infinities wherein we move at ease: — musk, ambergris, frankincense, benjamin chant all our soul or sense can revel in.

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