The Sun by Charles Baudelaire

He enters pervades
welcome sign-wave you have arrived
and so have I so today we can make a reality
better than last night
a long flight taken
now breakfast-breaken
bar-forsaken for the sake of swan-laken
pigeon-patron and hazelnut follicle chasing
through a waste-not land of good and
plenty of wood just need the spark
can get along with everyone in town
you will be my bride this home-coming
thee that which makes the birds hum