La plus d\u00e9licate des roses
\nEst, \u00e0 coup s\u00fbr, la rose-th\u00e9.
\nSon bouton aux feuilles mi-closes
\nDe carmin \u00e0 peine est teint\u00e9.<\/p>\n
On dirait une rose blanche
\nQu\u2019aurait fait rougir de pudeur,
\nEn la lutinant sur la branche,
\nUn papillon trop plein d\u2019ardeur.<\/p>\n
Son tissu rose et diaphane
\nDe la chair a le velout\u00e9 ;
\nAupr\u00e8s, tout incarnat se fane
\nOu prend de la vulgarit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Comme un teint aristocratique
\nNoircit les fronts bruns de soleil,
\nDe ses s\u0153urs elle rend rustique
\nLe coloris chaud et vermeil.<\/p>\n
Mais si votre main qui s\u2019en joue,
\n\u00c0 quelque bal, pour son parfum,
\nLa rapproche de votre joue,
\nSon frais \u00e9clat devient commun.<\/p>\n
Il n\u2019est pas de rose assez tendre
\nSur la palette du Printemps,
\nMadame, pour oser pr\u00e9tendre
\nLutter contre vos dix-sept ans.<\/p>\n
La peau vaut mieux que le p\u00e9tale,
\nEt le sang pur d\u2019un noble c\u0153ur
\nQui sur la jeunesse s\u2019\u00e9tale
\nDe tous les roses est vainqueur !<\/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-13866","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-647","poems-book-emaux-et-camees","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n