Un aveugle au coin d\u2019une borne,
\nHagard comme au jour un hibou,
\nSur son flageolet, d\u2019un air morne,
\nT\u00e2tonne en se trompant de trou,<\/p>\n
Et joue un ancien vaudeville
\nQu\u2019il fausse imperturbablement ;
\nSon chien le conduit par la ville,
\nSpectre diurne \u00e0 l\u2019\u0153il dormant.<\/p>\n
Les jours sur lui passent sans luire ;
\nSombre, il entend le monde obscur
\nEt la vie invisible bruire
\nComme un torrent derri\u00e8re un mur !<\/p>\n
Dieu sait quelles chim\u00e8res noires
\nHantent cet opaque cerveau,
\nEt quels illisibles grimoires
\nL\u2019id\u00e9e \u00e9crit en ce caveau !<\/p>\n
Ainsi dans les puits de Venise
\nUn prisonnier \u00e0 demi fou,
\nPendant sa nuit qui s\u2019\u00e9ternise,
\nGrave des mots avec un clou.<\/p>\n
Mais peut-\u00eatre aux heures fun\u00e8bres,
\nQuand la mort souffle le flambeau,
\nL\u2019\u00e2me habitu\u00e9e aux t\u00e9n\u00e8bres
\nY verra clair dans le tombeau !<\/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-13857","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-647","poems-book-emaux-et-camees","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n