C\u2019\u00e9tait en juin, dans le jardin,
\nC\u2019\u00e9tait notre heure et notre jour ;
\nEt nos yeux regardaient, avec un tel amour,
\nLes choses,
\nQu\u2019il nous semblait que doucement s\u2019ouvraient
\nEt nous voyaient et nous aimaient
\nLes roses.<\/p>\n
Le ciel \u00e9tait plus pur qu\u2019il ne le fut jamais :
\nLes insectes et les oiseaux
\nVolaient dans l\u2019or et dans la joie
\nD\u2019un air fr\u00eale comme la soie ;
\nEt nos baisers \u00e9taient si beaux
\nQu\u2019ils exaltaient et la lumi\u00e8re et les oiseaux.<\/p>\n
On e\u00fbt dit un bonheur qui tout \u00e0 coup s\u2019azure
\nEt veut le ciel entier pour resplendir ;
\nToute la vie entrait, par de douces brisures,
\nDans notre \u00eatre, pour le grandir.<\/p>\n
Et ce n\u2019\u00e9taient que cris invocatoires,
\nEt fous \u00e9lans et pri\u00e8res et v\u0153ux,
\nEt le besoin, soudain, de recr\u00e9er des dieux,
\nAfin de croire.<\/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":[707],"poems-book":[705],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15778","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-707","poems-book-les-heures-dapres-midi","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n