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Nature is a temple where the living pillars
Permit, from time to time, confused words to escape;
Here mankind will cross by, where symbols take the shape
Of forests gazing on his progress like familiars.


by I. Saudek

As distant, verb rating echoes can resound
Together, mingling deep and shadowed harmony
As vast as midnight and as vast as clarity,
So can each scent and hue and sound to each respond.

(...) Having the expansion of infinite things,
Like ambergris and musk, benzoin and frankincense,
Which sing the transports of the mind and every sense.

Correspondences by C. Baudelaire