La glycine est fan\u00e9e et morte est l\u2019aub\u00e9pine ;
\nMais voici la saison de la bruy\u00e8re en fleur
\nEt par ce soir si calme et doux, le vent fr\u00f4leur
\nT\u2019apporte les parfums de la pauvre Campine.<\/p>\n
Aime et respire-les, en songeant \u00e0 son sort :
\nSa terre est nue et r\u00eache et le vent y guerroie ;
\nLa mare y fait ses trous, le sable en fait sa proie
\nEt le peu qu\u2019on lui laisse, elle le donne encore.<\/p>\n
En automne, jadis, nous avons v\u00e9cu d\u2019elle,
\nDe sa plaine et ses bois, de sa pluie et son ciel,
\nJusqu\u2019en d\u00e9cembre o\u00f9 les anges de la No\u00ebl
\nTraversaient sa l\u00e9gende avec leurs grands coups d\u2019aile.<\/p>\n
Ton c\u0153ur s\u2019y fit plus s\u00fbr, plus simple et plus humain ;
\nNous y avons aim\u00e9 les gens des vieux villages,
\nEt les femmes qui nous parlaient de leur grand \u00e2ge
\nEt de rouets d\u00e9chus qu\u2019avaient us\u00e9s leurs mains.<\/p>\n
Notre calme maison dans la lande brumeuse
\n\u00c9tait claire aux regards et facile \u00e0 l\u2019accueil,
\nSon toit nous \u00e9tait cher et sa porte et son seuil
\nEt son \u00e2tre noirci par la tourbe fumeuse.<\/p>\n
Quand la nuit \u00e9talait sa totale splendeur
\nSur l\u2019innombrable et p\u00e2le et vaste somnolence,
\nNous y avons re\u00e7u des le\u00e7ons du silence
\nDont notre \u00e2me jamais n\u2019a oubli\u00e9 l\u2019ardeur.<\/p>\n
\u00c0 nous sentir plus seuls dans la plaine profonde
\nLes aubes et les soirs p\u00e9n\u00e9traient plus en nous ;
\nNos yeux \u00e9taient plus francs, nos c\u0153urs \u00e9taient plus doux
\nEt remplis jusqu\u2019aux bords de la ferveur du monde.<\/p>\n
Nous trouvions le bonheur en ne l\u2019exigeant pas,
\nLa tristesse des jours m\u00eame nous \u00e9tait bonne
\nEt le peu de soleil de cette fin d\u2019automne
\nNous charmait d\u2019autant plus qu\u2019il semblait faible et las.<\/p>\n
La glycine est fan\u00e9e, et morte est l\u2019aub\u00e9pine ;
\nMais voici la saison de la bruy\u00e8re en fleur.
\nRessouviens-toi, ce soir, et laisse au vent fr\u00f4leur
\nT\u2019apporter les parfums de ta pauvre Campine.<\/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":[278],"poems-book":[704],"poemes-theme":[171,336,334,149],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15733","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-278","poems-book-les-heures-du-soir","poemes-theme-amour","poemes-theme-automne","poemes-theme-bonheur","poemes-theme-nature","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n