C\u2019\u00e9tait, dans la nuit brune,
\nSur le clocher jauni,
\nLa lune,
\nComme un point sur un i.<\/p>\n
Lune, quel esprit sombre
\nProm\u00e8ne au bout d\u2019un fil,
\nDans l\u2019ombre,
\nTa face et ton profil ?<\/p>\n
Es-tu l\u2019\u0153il du ciel borgne ?
\nQuel ch\u00e9rubin cafard
\nNous lorgne
\nSous ton masque blafard ?<\/p>\n
N\u2019es-tu rien qu\u2019une boule ?
\nQu\u2019un grand faucheux bien gras
\nQui roule
\nSans pattes et sans bras ?<\/p>\n
Es-tu, je t\u2019en soup\u00e7onne,
\nLe vieux cadran de fer
\nQui sonne
\nL\u2019heure aux damn\u00e9s d\u2019enfer ?<\/p>\n
Sur ton front qui voyage,
\nCe soir, ont-ils compt\u00e9
\nQuel \u00e2ge
\n\u00c0 leur \u00e9ternit\u00e9 ?<\/p>\n
Est-ce un ver qui te ronge,
\nQuand ton disque noirci
\nS\u2019allonge
\nEn croissant r\u00e9tr\u00e9ci ?<\/p>\n
Qui t\u2019avait \u00e9borgn\u00e9e
\nL\u2019autre nuit ? T\u2019\u00e9tais-tu
\nCogn\u00e9e
\n\u00c0 quelque arbre pointu ?<\/p>\n
Car tu vins, p\u00e2le et morne,
\nColler sur mes carreaux
\nTa corne
\n\u00c0 travers les barreaux.<\/p>\n
Va, lune moribonde,
\nLe beau corps de Ph\u0153b\u00e9
\nLa blonde
\nDans la mer est tomb\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Tu n\u2019en es que la face,
\nEt, d\u00e9j\u00e0 tout rid\u00e9,
\nS\u2019efface
\nTon front d\u00e9poss\u00e9d\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Rends-nous la chasseresse,
\nBlanche, au sein virginal,
\nQui presse
\nQuelque cerf matinal !<\/p>\n
Oh ! sous le vert platane,
\nSous les frais coudriers,
\nDiane
\nEt ses grands l\u00e9vriers !<\/p>\n
Le chevreau noir qui doute,
\nPendu sur un rocher,
\nL\u2019\u00e9coute,
\nL\u2019\u00e9coute s\u2019approcher.<\/p>\n
Et, suivant leurs cur\u00e9es,
\nPar les vaux, par les bl\u00e9s,
\nLes pr\u00e9es,
\nSes chiens s\u2019en sont all\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Oh ! le soir, dans la brise,
\nPh\u0153b\u00e9, s\u0153ur d\u2019Apollo,
\nSurprise
\n\u00c0 l\u2019ombre, un pied dans l\u2019eau !<\/p>\n
Ph\u0153b\u00e9 qui, la nuit close,
\nAux l\u00e8vres d\u2019un berger
\nSe pose,
\nComme un oiseau l\u00e9ger.<\/p>\n
Lune, en notre m\u00e9moire,
\nDe tes belles amours,
\nL\u2019histoire
\nT\u2019embellira toujours.<\/p>\n
Et, toujours rajeunie,
\nTu seras du passant
\nB\u00e9nie,
\nPleine lune ou croissant.<\/p>\n
T\u2019aimera le vieux p\u00e2tre
\nSeul, tandis qu\u2019\u00e0 ton front
\nD\u2019alb\u00e2tre
\nSes dogues aboieront.<\/p>\n
T\u2019aimera le pilote
\nDans son grand b\u00e2timent
\nQui flotte
\nSous le clair firmament,<\/p>\n
Et la fillette preste
\nQui passe le buisson,
\nPied leste,
\nEn chantant sa chanson.<\/p>\n
Comme un ours \u00e0 la cha\u00eene,
\nToujours sous tes yeux bleus
\nSe tra\u00eene
\nL\u2019Oc\u00e9an montueux.<\/p>\n
Et, qu\u2019il vente ou qu\u2019il neige,
\nMoi-m\u00eame, chaque soir,
\nQue fais-je,
\nVenant ici m\u2019asseoir ?<\/p>\n
Je viens voir, \u00e0 la brune,
\nSur le clocher jauni,
\nLa lune
\nComme un point sur un i.<\/p>\n
Peut-\u00eatre, quand d\u00e9chante
\nQuelque pauvre mari,
\nM\u00e9chante,
\nDe loin tu lui souris.<\/p>\n
Dans sa douleur am\u00e8re,
\nQuand au gendre b\u00e9ni
\nLa m\u00e8re
\nLivre la clef du nid,<\/p>\n
Le pied dans sa pantoufle,
\nVoil\u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9poux tout pr\u00eat
\nQui souffle
\nLe bougeoir indiscret.<\/p>\n
Au pudique hym\u00e9n\u00e9e
\nLa vierge qui se croit
\nMen\u00e9e,
\nGrelotte en son lit froid.<\/p>\n
Mais monsieur, tout en flamme
\nCommence \u00e0 rudoyer
\nMadame,
\nQui commence \u00e0 crier.<\/p>\n
\u00ab Ouf ! dit-il, je travaille,
\nMa bonne, et ne fais rien
\nQui vaille ;
\nTu ne te tiens pas bien. \u00bb<\/p>\n
Et vite il se d\u00e9p\u00eache.
\nMais quel d\u00e9mon cach\u00e9
\nL\u2019emp\u00eache
\nDe commettre un p\u00e9ch\u00e9 ?<\/p>\n
Ah ! dit-il, prenons garde.
\nQuel t\u00e9moin curieux
\nRegarde
\nAvec ces deux grands yeux ?<\/p>\n
Et c\u2019est, dans la nuit brune,
\nSur son clocher jauni,
\nLa lune
\nComme un point sur un i.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[312],"poems-book":[472],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[205],"class_list":["post-10681","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-312","poems-book-premieres-poesies-musset","poete-alfred-de-musset"],"yoast_head":"\n