"The wide-eyed child in love with maps and plans
Finds the world equal to his appetite.
How grand the universe by light of lamps,
How petty in the memory's clear sight.
One day we leave, with fire in the brain,
Heart great with rancour, bitter in its mood;
Outward we travel on the rolling main,
Lulling infinity in finitude:
Some gladly flee their homelands gripped in vice,
Some, horrors of their childhood, others still -
Astrologers lost in a woman's eyes -
Some perfumed Circe with a tyrant's will.
Not to become a beast, each desperate one
Makes himself drunk on space and blazing skies;
The gnawing ice, the copper-burning sun
Efface the scars of kisses and of lies."
http://www.babelmatrix.org/works/fr/Baudelaire%2C_Charles/Le_voyage/en