Charles Baudelaire, translated by John Collings Squire, Poems and Baudelaire Flowers — The Chastisement of Pride (1909)
“ As is a cellar when its key is lost. . . . . Thenceforth he was a brute beast; when he crossed The fields at times, not seeing any thing, Knowing not if 'twere winter or green spring, Useless, repulsive, vile, he made a mock For infants, a mere children's laughing-stock. ”
