Quelle tranquillit\u00e9 dans un jardin, le temps
\n\ufeffEst l\u00e0 qui se repose ;
\nEt des oiseaux sont l\u00e0, insouciants, contents,
\n\ufeffAmoureux de la rose,<\/p>\n
De la rose charmante, \u00e0 l\u2019ombre du rosier
\n\ufeffSi mollement ouverte,
\nEt qui semble la bouche au souffle extasi\u00e9
\n\ufeffDe cette saison verte.<\/p>\n
Il fait \u00e0 peine jour, toute la maison dort
\n\ufeffSous son aile ardois\u00e9e,
\nQuand les fleurs du parterre ouvrant leur coupe d\u2019or
\n\ufeffD\u00e9jeunent de ros\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
De blanches, jaunes fleurs ! c\u2019est un peuple divin
\n\ufeffParqu\u00e9 dans l\u2019herbe calme,
\nLe mol acacia fait sur le gravier fin
\n\ufeffUn bercement de palme.<\/p>\n
Les fleurs du marronnier, c\u00f4nes de parfum blanc,
\n\ufeffVont lentement descendre
\nPour entourer les pieds du Printemps indolent,
\n\ufeffD\u2019aromatique cendre.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 douceur des jardins ! beaux jardins dont le c\u0153ur
\n\ufeffAvec l\u2019infini cause,
\nR\u00e9gnez sur l\u2019univers par la force et l\u2019odeur
\n\ufeffDe la limpide rose,<\/p>\n
De la rose, dieu vif, petit \u00c9ros joufflu
\n\ufeffArm\u00e9 de courtes fl\u00e8ches,
\n\u00c0 qui les papillons font un manteau velu
\n\ufeffQuand les nuits sont plus fra\u00eeches.<\/p>\n
Rose de laque rose, \u00f4 vase balanc\u00e9
\n\ufeffO\u00f9 bout un parfum tendre,
\nO\u00f9 le piquant frelon doucement convuls\u00e9
\n\ufeffSent son \u00e2me s\u2019\u00e9pandre,<\/p>\n
Rose, f\u00eate divine au reflet argentin
\n\ufeffSur la pelouse \u00e9close,
\nOrchestre de la nuit, concert dans le jardin,
\n\ufeffFeu de Bengale rose !<\/p>\n
Rose dont la langueur s\u2019\u00e9l\u00e8ve, flotte ou pend,
\n\ufeffTunique insaisissable,
\nQue ne peuvent presser les l\u00e8vres du dieu Pan
\n\ufeff\u00c0 genoux sur le sable,<\/p>\n
Rose qui, dans le clair et na\u00eff paradis
\n\ufeffDe Saint-Fran\u00e7ois-d\u2019Assise,
\nSeriez, sous le soleil tout ouvert de midi,
\n\ufeffPr\u00e8s de sa droite assise !<\/p>\n
Rose des soirs d\u2019avril, rose des nuits de mai,
\n\ufeffRoses de toute sorte,
\nR\u00eaveuses sans repos qui ne dormez jamais
\n\ufeffTant votre odeur est forte,<\/p>\n
Fleur des parcs \u00e9cossais, des blancs clo\u00eetres latins,
\n\ufeffDes luisantes A\u00e7ores,
\nVous qui f\u00fbtes cr\u00e9\u00e9e avant \u00c8ve, au matin
\n\ufeffDe la plus jeune aurore,<\/p>\n
Rose pareille au ciel, au bonheur, au lac pur,
\n\ufeff\u00c0 toute douce chose,
\nRose faite de miel, et faite d\u2019un azur
\n\ufeffQui est rose, ma rose !\u2026<\/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":[603],"poems-book":[593],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-12937","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-603","poems-book-les-eblouissements","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n