Une femme myst\u00e9rieuse,
\nDont la beaut\u00e9 trouble mes sens,
\nSe tient debout, silencieuse,
\nAu bord des flots retentissants.<\/p>\n
Ses yeux, o\u00f9 le ciel se refl\u00e8te,
\nM\u00ealent \u00e0 leur azur amer,
\nQu\u2019\u00e9toile une humide paillette,
\nLes teintes glauques de la mer.<\/p>\n
Dans les langueurs de leurs prunelles,
\nUne gr\u00e2ce triste sourit ;
\nLes pleurs mouillent les \u00e9tincelles
\nEt la lumi\u00e8re s\u2019attendrit ;<\/p>\n
Et leurs cils, comme des mouettes
\nQui rasent le flot aplani,
\nPalpitent, ailes inqui\u00e8tes,
\nSur leur azur ind\u00e9fini.<\/p>\n
Comme dans l\u2019eau bleue et profonde
\nO\u00f9 dort plus d\u2019un tr\u00e9sor coul\u00e9,
\nOn y d\u00e9couvre \u00e0 travers l\u2019onde
\nLa coupe du roi de Thul\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Sous leur transparence verd\u00e2tre
\nBrille, parmi le go\u00ebmon,
\nL\u2019autre perle de Cl\u00e9op\u00e2tre
\nPr\u00e8s de l\u2019anneau de Salomon.<\/p>\n
La couronne au gouffre lanc\u00e9e
\nDans la ballade de Schiller,
\nSans qu\u2019un plongeur l\u2019ait ramass\u00e9e,
\nY jette encor son reflet clair.<\/p>\n
Un pouvoir magique m\u2019entra\u00eene
\nVers l\u2019ab\u00eeme de ce regard,
\nComme au sein des eaux la sir\u00e8ne
\nAttirait Harald Harfagar.<\/p>\n
Mon \u00e2me, avec la violence
\nD\u2019un irr\u00e9sistible d\u00e9sir,
\nAu milieu du gouffre s\u2019\u00e9lance
\nVers l\u2019ombre impossible \u00e0 saisir.<\/p>\n
Montrant son sein, cachant sa queue,
\nLa sir\u00e8ne amoureusement
\nFait ondoyer sa blancheur bleue
\nSous l\u2019\u00e9mail vert du flot dormant.<\/p>\n
L\u2019eau s\u2019enfle comme une poitrine
\nAux soupirs de la passion ;
\nLe vent, dans sa conque marine,
\nMurmure une incantation.<\/p>\n
\u00ab Oh ! viens dans ma couche de nacre,
\nMes bras d\u2019onde t\u2019enlaceront ;
\nLes flots, perdant leur saveur \u00e2cre,
\nSur ta bouche, en miel couleront.<\/p>\n
\u00ab Laissant bruire sur nos t\u00eates
\nLa mer qui ne peut s\u2019apaiser,
\nNous boirons l\u2019oubli des temp\u00eates
\nDans la coupe de mon baiser. \u00bb<\/p>\n
Ainsi parle la voix humide
\nDe ce regard c\u00e9rul\u00e9en,
\nEt mon c\u0153ur sous l\u2019onde perfide
\nSe noie et consomme l\u2019hymen.<\/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":[647],"poems-book":[648],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[614],"class_list":["post-13845","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-647","poems-book-emaux-et-camees","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n