En mars, quand s\u2019ach\u00e8ve l\u2019hiver,
\nQue la campagne renaissante
\nRessemble \u00e0 la convalescente
\nDont le premier sourire est cher ;<\/p>\n
Quand l\u2019azur, tout frileux encore
\nEst de neige \u00e9parse m\u00eal\u00e9,
\nEt que midi, frais et voil\u00e9,
\nRev\u00eat une blancheur d\u2019aurore ;<\/p>\n
Quand l\u2019air doux dissout la torpeur
\nDes eaux qui se changeaient en marbres ;
\nQuand la feuille aux pointes des arbres
\nSuspend une verte vapeur ;<\/p>\n
Et quand la femme est deux fois belle,
\nBelle de la candeur du jour,
\nEt du r\u00e9veil de notre amour
\nO\u00f9 sa pudeur se renouvelle,<\/p>\n
Oh ! Ne devrais-je pas saisir
\nDans leur vol ces rares journ\u00e9es
\nQui sont les matins des ann\u00e9es
\nEt la jeunesse du d\u00e9sir !<\/p>\n
Mais je les go\u00fbte avec tristesse ;
\nTel un hibou, quand l\u2019aube luit,
\nRoulant ses grands yeux pleins de nuit,
\nCraint la lumi\u00e8re qui les blesse ;<\/p>\n
Tel, sortant du deuil hivernal,
\nJ\u2019ouvre de grands yeux encore ivres
\nDu songe obscur et vain des livres,
\nEt la nature me fait mal.<\/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":[346,149,331],"poete":[762],"class_list":["post-16712","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-218","poems-book-les-solitudes","poemes-theme-carpe-diem","poemes-theme-nature","poemes-theme-printemps","poete-rene-francois-sully-prudhomme"],"yoast_head":"\n