"Do you hear those voices, charming and funereal
Singing: 'Come this way, you who wish to eat
This perfumed Lotus! this is where men harvest
The miraculous fruits your heart hungers for;
Come and intoxicate yourself on the strange sweetness
Of that afternoon which never ends'?"
-Baudelaire (trans. Fowlie) "Le Voyage" Les Fleurs Du Mal
This from the au pair of modern poetry? Save us from that afternoon that never ends! Who wants eternity? Let us all be grateful that we end. Yes. Done. No. The eternal is for the brain dead and lobotomous. They can have it, and find other vapor awful there.