La mer pousse une vaste plainte,
\nSe tord et se roule avec bruit,
\nAinsi qu\u2019une g\u00e9ante enceinte
\nQui des grandes douleurs atteinte,
\nNe pourrait pas donner son fruit.<\/p>\n
Et sa pleine rondeur se l\u00e8ve
\nEt s\u2019abaisse avec d\u00e9sespoir.
\nMais elle a des heures de tr\u00eave :
\nAlors sous l\u2019azur elle r\u00eave,
\nCalme et lisse comme un miroir.<\/p>\n
Ses pieds caressent les empires,
\nSes mains soutiennent les vaisseaux,
\nElle rit aux moindres z\u00e9phires,
\nEt les cordages sont des lyres,
\nEt les hunes sont des berceaux.<\/p>\n
Elle dit au marin : \u00ab Pardonne
\nSi mon tourment te fait mourir ;
\nH\u00e9las ! Je sens que je suis bonne,
\nMais je souffre et ne vois personne
\nD\u2019assez fort pour me secourir ! \u00bb<\/p>\n
Puis elle s\u2019enfle encor, se creuse
\nEt g\u00e9mit dans sa profondeur ;
\nTelle, en sa force douloureuse,
\nUne grande \u00e2me malheureuse
\nQu\u2019isole sa propre grandeur !<\/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":[218],"poems-book":[883],"poemes-theme":[379],"poete":[762],"class_list":["post-16711","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-218","poems-book-les-solitudes","poemes-theme-mer","poete-rene-francois-sully-prudhomme"],"yoast_head":"\n