Charles Baudelaire - The d**h of Artists lyrics

How many times must I shake my bauble and bells And kiss your low forehead, dismal caricature? To strike the target of mystic nature, How many javelins must I waste, O my quiver? We shall wear out our souls in subtle schemes And we shall demolish many an armature Before contemplating the glorious Creature For whom a tormenting desire makes our hearts grieve! There are some who have never known their Idol And those sculptors, damned and branded with shame, Who are always hammering their brows and their breasts, Have but one hope, bizarre and somber Capitol! It is that d**h, soaring like a new sun, Will bring to bloom the flowers of their brains!