Comme sur l’arbre sec la veuvfe tourterelle
\nRegrette ses amours d’une triste querelle,
\nAinsi de mon mary le trespas gemissant,
\nEn pleurs je consumois mon aage languissant:
\nQuand pour chasser de moy ceste tristesse enclose,
\nMon destin consentit que je devinsse Rose,
\nQui d’un poignant hallier se herisse \u00e0 l’entour,
\nPour faire resistance aux assaults de l’Amour.
\nJe suis, comme j’estois, d’odeur na\u00efve et franche,
\nMes bras sont transformez en \u00e9pineuse branche,
\nMes piedz en tige verd, et tout le demeurant
\nDe mon corps est chang\u00e9 en Rosier bien fleurant.
\nLes plis de mon habit sont \u00e9cailleuses poinctes,
\nQui en rondeur \u00e9galle autour de moy sont joinctes:
\nEt ce qui entr’ouvert monstre un peu de rougeur,
\nImite de mon ris la premi\u00e8re doulceur.
\nMes cheveulx sont changez en fueilles qui verdoyent,
\nEt ces petis rayons, qui vivement flamboyent
\nAu centre de ma rose, imitent de mes yeux,
\nLes feuz jadis \u00e9gaulx \u00e0 deux flammes des cieulx.
\nLa beaut\u00e9 de mon teinct \u00e0 l’Aurore pareille
\nN’a du sang de V\u00e9nus pris sa couleur vermeille,
\nMais de cestre rougeur que la pudicit\u00e9
\nImprime sur le front de la virginit\u00e9.
\nLes graces, dont le ciel m’avoit favoris\u00e9e,
\nOr que Rose je suis, me servent de ros\u00e9e:
\nEt l’honneur qui en moy a fleury si long temps,
\nS’y garde encor entier d’un \u00e9ternel primtemps.
\nLa plus longue frescheur des roses est bornee
\nPar le cours naturel d’une seule journee:
\nMais ceste gayet\u00e9 qu’on voit en moy fleurir,
\nPar l’injure du temps ne pourra d\u00e9p\u00e9rir.
\nA nul je ne d\u00e9fends ny l’odeur, ny la veu\u00eb,
\nMais si quelque indiscret vouloit \u00e0 l’impourveu\u00eb
\nS’en approcher trop pr\u00e8s, il ne s’en iroit point
\nSans esprouver comment ma chaste rigueur poingt.
\nQue nul n’esp\u00e8re donc de ravir ceste Rose,
\nPuis qu’au jardin d’honneur elle est si bien enclose:
\nO\u00f9 plus soingneusement elle est gardee encor
\nQue du Dragon veillant n’estoient les pommes d’or.
\nCeluy qui la vertu a choisy pour sa guide,
\nCe sera celuy seul qui en sera l’Alcide:
\nA luy seul j’ouvriray la porte du verger,
\nO\u00f9 heureux il pourra me cueillir sans danger.
\nQu’autrement on n’esp\u00e8re en mon cueur faire br\u00e8che:
\nCar je ne crains Amour, ny son arc, ny sa fl\u00e8che:
\nJ’esteins, comme il me plaist, son brandon furieux,
\nLes aeles je luy couppe, et d\u00e9bende les yeux.<\/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":[525],"poems-book":[508],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[516],"class_list":["post-11322","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-525","poems-book-divers-jeux-rustiques","poete-joachim-du-bellay"],"yoast_head":"\n