A la fra\u00eeche fontaine,
\nSous le grand peuplier,
\nA la fra\u00eeche fontaine
\nS\u2019arr\u00eate un cavalier.<\/p>\n
Son noir cheval est blanc
\nD\u2019\u00e9cume et de poussi\u00e8re,
\nIl est blanc de la queue
\nJusques \u00e0 la crini\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
A la fra\u00eeche fontaine,
\nSous le grand peuplier,
\nA la fra\u00eeche fontaine
\nS\u2019arr\u00eate un cavalier.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00ab La belle qui puisez
\nDans le seau d\u2019or cercl\u00e9,
\nVersez au cavalier
\nEt versez \u00e0 la b\u00eate. \u00bb<\/p>\n
Elle verse de l\u2019eau
\nSans relever la t\u00eate,
\nElle verse de l\u2019eau
\nAvec un long sanglot.<\/p>\n
\u00ab \u2014 Qu\u2019avez-vous donc, la belle,
\nA sangloter ainsi ?
\nAvez-vous du chagrin,
\nAvez-vous du souci ?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mon mari fait la guerre.
\nVoil\u00e0 sept ans \u00e0 p\u00e2ques.
\nJ\u2019attends encore un an
\nEt puis j\u2019entre au couvent.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Votre mari, la belle,
\nEst mort l\u2019hiver dernier,
\nEt j\u2019ai pay\u00e9 les chantres,
\nLes chantres et le pr\u00eatre.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Si vous avez pay\u00e9
\nLes chantres et le pr\u00eatre,
\nJe vous rendrai l\u2019argent,
\nL\u2019argent et l\u2019int\u00e9r\u00eat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Rendez-moi donc, la belle,
\nRendez-moi le baiser
\nQue j\u2019ai mis sur ses l\u00e8vres
\nAvant de l\u2019enterrer !<\/p>\n
\u2014 Comme des fleurs au vent
\nMes baisers sont all\u00e9s !
\nJe vous rendrai l\u2019argent,
\nL\u2019argent et l\u2019int\u00e9r\u00eat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 R\u00e9jouis-toi, la belle,
\nCar je suis ton mari.
\nJ\u2019ai dans mon escarcelle
\nCent bagues de rubis.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pour les doigts de ma main
\nVos bagues sont trop grandes ;
\nPassez votre chemin,
\nSeigneur, et Dieu vous garde.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Dans ton jardin le myrte
\nFleurit m\u00eame en octobre,
\nUne lampe d\u2019ivoire
\nBr\u00fble dans ton alc\u00f4ve.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Avec notre voisine
\nVous avez bavard\u00e9.
\nDes signes de mon corps
\nDites, et je croirai.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Un joli signe blond
\nFrise \u00e0 ton cou de lait,
\nUn autre orne ton ventre
\nEt seul, je l\u2019ai touch\u00e9.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nourrice, ma nourrice.
\nVa dresser notre lit,
\nCar c\u2019est lui mon mari,
\nC\u2019est lui mon bien-aim\u00e9 ! \u00bb<\/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":[200],"poems-book":[845],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[844],"class_list":["post-16307","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-200","poems-book-les-cantilenes","poete-jean-moreas"],"yoast_head":"\n