Charles Baudelaire,
Alchemy of Sorrow
(1925)
“ One with his fervor shall inform The world, and one with all his sorrow: One sees a glad, unsetting morrow, One hears the whisper of the worm. Hermes unknown, whose hand assists My toil, and fills my dreams with fear, Through thee I am the mournful peer Of Midas, first of alchemists. Fine gold to iron corruptible I turn, and paradise to hell ”
