Que c\u2019est une chose charmante
\nDe voir cet \u00e9tang gracieux
\nO\u00f9, comme en un lit pr\u00e9cieux,
\nL\u2019onde est toujours calme et dormante !
\nMes yeux, contemplons de plus pr\u00e8s
\nLes inimitables portraits
\nDe ce miroir humide ;
\nVoyons bien les charmes puissants
\nDont sa glace liquide
\nEnchante et trompe tous les sens.<\/p>\n
D\u00e9j\u00e0 je vois sous ce rivage
\nLa terre jointe avec les cieux,
\nFaire un chaos d\u00e9licieux
\nEt de l\u2019onde et de leur image.
\nJe vois le grand astre du jour
\nRouler, dans ce flottant s\u00e9jour,
\nLe char de la lumi\u00e8re ;
\nEt, sans offenser de ses feux
\nLa fra\u00eecheur coutumi\u00e8re,
\nDorer son cristal lumineux.<\/p>\n
Je vois les tilleuls et les ch\u00eanes,
\nCes g\u00e9ants de cent bras arm\u00e9s,
\nAinsi que d\u2019eux-m\u00eames charm\u00e9s,
\nY mirer leurs t\u00eates hautaines ;
\nJe vois aussi leurs grands rameaux
\nSi bien tracer dedans les eaux
\nLeur mobile peinture,
\nQu\u2019on ne sait si l\u2019onde, en tremblant,
\nFait trembler leur verdure,
\nOu plut\u00f4t l\u2019air m\u00eame et le vent.<\/p>\n
L\u00e0, l\u2019hirondelle voltigeante,
\nRasant les flots clairs et polis,
\nY vient, avec cent petits cris,
\nBaiser son image naissante.
\nL\u00e0, mille autres petits oiseaux
\nPeignent encore dans les eaux
\nLeur \u00e9clatant plumage :
\nL\u2019\u0153il ne peut juger au dehors
\nQui vole ou bien qui nage
\nDe leurs ombres et de leurs corps.<\/p>\n
Quelles richesses admirables
\nN\u2019ont point ces nageurs marquet\u00e9s,
\nCes poissons aux dos argent\u00e9s,
\nSur leurs \u00e9cailles agr\u00e9ables !
\nIci je les vois s\u2019assembler,
\nSe m\u00ealer et se d\u00e9m\u00ealer
\nDans leur couche profonde ;
\nL\u00e0, je les vois (Dieu ! quels attraits ! )
\nSe promenant dans l\u2019onde,
\nSe promener dans les for\u00eats.<\/p>\n
Je les vois, en troupes l\u00e9g\u00e8res,
\nS\u2019\u00e9lancer de leur lit natal ;
\nPuis tombant, peindre en ce cristal
\nMille couronnes passag\u00e8res.
\nL\u2019on dirait que, comme envieux
\nDe voir nager dedans ces lieux
\nTant de bandes volantes,
\nPer\u00e7ant les remparts entrouverts
\nDe leurs prisons brillantes,
\nIls veulent s\u2019enfuir dans les airs.<\/p>\n
Enfin, ce beau tapis liquide
\nSemble enfermer entre ses bords
\nTout ce que vomit de tr\u00e9sors
\nL\u2019Oc\u00e9an sur un sable aride :
\nIci l\u2019or et l\u2019azur des cieux
\nFont de leur \u00e9clat pr\u00e9cieux,
\nComme un riche m\u00e9lange ;
\nL\u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9meraude des rameaux,
\nD\u2019une agr\u00e9able frange,
\nEntoure le cristal des eaux.<\/p>\n
Mais quelle soudaine tourmente,
\nComme de beaux songes trompeurs,
\nDissipant toutes les couleurs,
\nVient r\u00e9veiller l\u2019onde dormante ?
\nD\u00e9j\u00e0 ses flots entrepouss\u00e9s
\nRoulent cent monceaux empress\u00e9s
\nDe perles ondoyantes,
\nEt n\u2019\u00e9talent pas moins d\u2019attraits
\nSur leurs vagues bruyantes
\nQue dans leurs tranquilles portraits.<\/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":[577],"poems-book":[573],"poemes-theme":[337,379,149],"poete":[578],"class_list":["post-12255","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-577","poems-book-le-paysage","poemes-theme-beaute","poemes-theme-mer","poemes-theme-nature","poete-jean-racine"],"yoast_head":"\n