Sans bruit, sous le miroir des lacs profonds et calmes,
\nLe cygne chasse l\u2019onde avec ses larges palmes,
\nEt glisse. Le duvet de ses flancs est pareil
\n\u00c0 des neiges d\u2019avril qui croulent au soleil ;
\nMais, ferme et d\u2019un blanc mat, vibrant sous le z\u00e9phire,
\nSa grande aile l\u2019entra\u00eene ainsi qu\u2019un lent navire.
\nIl dresse son beau col au-dessus des roseaux,
\nLe plonge, le prom\u00e8ne allong\u00e9 sur les eaux,
\nLe courbe gracieux comme un profil d\u2019acanthe,
\nEt cache son bec noir dans sa gorge \u00e9clatante.
\nTant\u00f4t le long des pins, s\u00e9jour d\u2019ombre et de paix,
\nIl serpente, et laissant les herbages \u00e9pais
\nTra\u00eener derri\u00e8re lui comme une chevelure,
\nIl va d\u2019une tardive et languissante allure ;
\nLa grotte o\u00f9 le po\u00e8te \u00e9coute ce qu\u2019il sent,
\nEt la source qui pleure un \u00e9ternel absent,
\nLui plaisent : il y r\u00f4de ; une feuille de saule
\nEn silence tomb\u00e9e effleure son \u00e9paule ;
\nTant\u00f4t il pousse au large, et, loin du bois obscur,
\nSuperbe, gouvernant du c\u00f4t\u00e9 de l\u2019azur,
\nIl choisit, pour f\u00eater sa blancheur qu\u2019il admire,
\nLa place \u00e9blouissante o\u00f9 le soleil se mire.
\nPuis, quand les bords de l\u2019eau ne se distinguent plus,
\n\u00c0 l\u2019heure o\u00f9 toute forme est un spectre confus,
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019horizon brunit, ray\u00e9 d\u2019un long trait rouge,
\nAlors que pas un jonc, pas un gla\u00efeul ne bouge,
\nQue les rainettes font dans l\u2019air serein leur bruit
\nEt que la luciole au clair de lune luit,
\nL\u2019oiseau, dans le lac sombre, o\u00f9 sous lui se refl\u00e8te
\nLa splendeur d\u2019une nuit lact\u00e9e et violette,
\nComme un vase d\u2019argent parmi des diamants,
\nDort, la t\u00eate sous l\u2019aile, entre deux firmaments.<\/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":[],"poete":[762],"class_list":["post-16715","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-218","poems-book-les-solitudes","poete-rene-francois-sully-prudhomme"],"yoast_head":"\n