Charles Baudelaire - Correspondances (Translated) lyrics

Nature's a shrine where living columns stand And now and then breathe a confounded phrase, Man wanders there amid a forestland Of symbols, followed by their intimate gaze. As long-drawn echoes blent from far away together into dark deep unison, As vast as night and like the light of day, colors, sounds and perfumes respond as one. There are scents fresh as flesh of any child, Meadow-green, mellow as an oboe tone, - and others: rich, corrupt, triumphant, wild expanding like the infinite alone like ambers, musks and orient frankincense that sing the ecstasies of soul and sense.