I came across this wonderful poem by Charles Baudelaire from his collection, Fleur du Mal (Flowers of Evil, 1857/61) and wanted to share it:

Hymn

To the very dear, to the beautiful one
Who fills my heart with clearness,
To the angel, to the immortal idol,
Hail in immortality!

She is where my life is
Like air tinged with salt,
And in my still desiring soul
Pours the taste of eternity.

Richness always fresh that perfumes
The atmosphere with a dear something,
Forgotten censer which is misty
In secret through the night,

How, love incorruptible,
Tell of you with truth?
Musk grain, that lies, unseen,
At the beginning of my everlastingness!

To the very good, to the very beautiful one
Who is my joy and my health,
To the angel, to the immortal idol,
Hail in immortality!

(Translation by Eli Siegel, Hail, American Development, New York: Definition Press, 1968)