\u00d4 maison du Moustoir ! combien de fois la nuit,
\nOu quand j’erre le jour dans la foule et le bruit,
\nTu m’apparais ! – Je vois les toits de ton village
\nBaign\u00e9s \u00e0 l’horizon dans des mers de feuillage,
\nUne gr\u00eale fum\u00e9e au-dessus, dans un champ
\nUne femme de loin appelant son enfant,
\nOu bien un jeune p\u00e2tre assis pr\u00e8s de sa vache,
\nQui, tandis qu’indolente elle pa\u00eet \u00e0 l’attache,
\nEntonne un air breton si plaintif et si doux
\nQu’en le chantant ma voix vous ferait pleurer tous.
\nOh ! les bruits, les odeurs, les murs gris des chaumi\u00e8res,
\nLe petit sentier blanc et bord\u00e9 de bruy\u00e8res,
\nTout rena\u00eet comme au temps o\u00f9, pieds nus, sur le soir,
\nJ’escaladais la porte et courais au Moustoir ;
\nEt dans ces souvenirs o\u00f9 je me sens revivre,
\nMon pauvre coeur troubl\u00e9 se d\u00e9lecte et s’enivre !
\nAussi, sans me lasser, tous les jours je revois
\nLe haut des toits de chaume et le bouquet de bois,
\nAu vieux puits la servante allant emplir ses cruches,
\nEt le courtil en fleur o\u00f9 bourdonnent les ruches,
\nEt l’aire, et le lavoir, et la grange ; en un coin,
\nLes pommes par monceaux ; et les meules de foin ;
\nLes grands boeufs \u00e9tendus aux portes de la cr\u00e8che,
\nEt devant la maison un lit de paille fra\u00eeche.
\nEt j’entre, et c’est d’abord un silence profond,
\nUne nuit calme et noire ; aux poutres du plafond
\nUn rayon de soleil, seul, darde sa lumi\u00e8re,
\nEt tout autour de lui fait danser la poussi\u00e8re.
\nChaque objet cependant s’\u00e9claircit : \u00e0 deux pas,
\nJe vois le lit de ch\u00eane et son coffre ; et plus bas
\n(Vers la porte, en tournant), sur le bahut \u00e9norme
\nP\u00eale-m\u00eale bassins, vases de toute forme,
\nPain de seigle, laitage, \u00e9cuelles de noyer ;
\nEnfin, plus bas encor, sur le bord du foyer,
\nAssise \u00e0 son rouet pr\u00e8s du grillon qui crie,
\nEt dans l’ombre filant, je reconnais Marie ;
\nEt, sous sa jupe blanche arrangeant ses genoux,
\nAvec son doux parler elle me dit : \u00a0\u00bb C’est vous ! \u00ab\u00a0<\/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":[600],"poems-book":[807],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[725],"class_list":["post-15868","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-600","poems-book-marie","poete-auguste-brizeux"],"yoast_head":"\n