To-day the Distance is superb, Without bridle, spur or curb, Let us mount on the back of wine For Regions fairy and divine! Let's, like two angels tortured by Some dark, delirious phantasy, Pursue the distant mirage drawn O'er the blue crystal of the dawn! And gently balanced on the wing Of some obliging whirlwind, we —In equal rapture revelling— My sister, side by side will flee, Without repose, nor truce, where gleams The golden Paradise of my dreams!