En juillet, \u2014 quand la nuit enveloppe la berge
\nDes chemins creux par o\u00f9 reviennent les troupeaux
\nEt que la lune au loin du sein des bois \u00e9merge, \u2014
\n\ufeffOn entend chanter les crapauds ;<\/p>\n
Non point de cette voix enrou\u00e9e et col\u00e8re
\nDont ils font, au printemps, retentir les foss\u00e9s,
\nMais d\u2019une voix d\u2019argent, m\u00e9lancolique et claire :
\n\ufeffComme un bruit d\u2019\u00e9cus entass\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
\u00ab Touc-touc, touc-touc, touc-touc, \u00bb chantent-ils sur deux notes
\nQue l\u2019on peut ais\u00e9ment traduire par sol mi ;
\nEt le buisson voisin, tout charg\u00e9 de linottes,
\n\ufeffCr\u00e9pite et s\u2019\u00e9veille \u00e0 demi,<\/p>\n
Tandis que les grillons, fils de la terre brune,
\nGris\u00e9s par les foins m\u00fbrs au capiteux encens,
\n\u00c9coutent ce concert dont le lustre est la lune
\n\ufeffEt les lampions les vers luisants.<\/p>\n
Aux moissonneurs courb\u00e9s qui rentrent au village,
\n\u2014 Leur faucille pendue au cou, l\u2019air plein d\u2019ennui, \u2014
\nAux gros b\u0153ufs dont les taons font fr\u00e9mir le pelage,
\n\ufeffLes crapauds disent : \u00ab Bonne nuit ! \u00bb<\/p>\n
Aux faneurs moins lass\u00e9s qui montent des prairies
\nEt de leurs gais propos remplissent le chemin,
\nLes crapauds, enfonc\u00e9s dans les mottes fleuries,
\n\ufeffDisent : \u00ab \u00c0 demain ! \u00e0 demain ! \u00bb<\/p>\n
Au faucheur libertin qui serre le corsage
\nD\u2019une faneuse, et lui vole quelques baisers,
\nLe plus vieux des crapauds, \u2014 et partant le plus sage,
\n\ufeffMurmure : \u00ab Assez ! assez ! assez ! \u00bb<\/p>\n
Mais un pas lourd s\u2019entend\u2026 le ma\u00eetre se retire.
\nQuelle riche moisson ! \u00e0 ses yeux \u00e9blouis
\nTout brille, et les crapauds en ch\u0153ur semblent lui dire :
\n\ufeff\u00ab Que de louis ! que de louis ! \u00bb<\/p>\n
Puis, tout s\u2019endort : le ver luisant parmi la ronce,
\nLe grillon dans son trou, l\u2019oiseau sur son buisson ;
\n\u00c0 peine si l\u2019\u00e9tang solitaire se fronce
\n\ufeffSous le saut furtif d\u2019un poisson.<\/p>\n
Et l\u2019on n\u2019entend plus rien que la source qui pleure,
\nEt les crapauds qui, pour bercer notre sommeil,
\nChanteront leur chanson discr\u00e8te jusqu\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019heure
\n\ufeffO\u00f9 les coqs sonneront l\u2019\u00e9veil.<\/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":[460],"poems-book":[831],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[742],"class_list":["post-16123","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-460","poems-book-la-poesie-des-betes","poete-francois-fabie"],"yoast_head":"\n