Sus ! que mon \u00e2me donc aille servir son \u00e2me
\nEt que ce corps ne soit inutile \u00e0 sa dame !
\nPremi\u00e8rement je prie \u00e0 mains jointes les dieux
\n\u00c9mus de mon ardeur, qu\u2019ils fassent de mes yeux
\nDeux brillants diamants sur qui la molle audace
\nDu poin\u00e7on ac\u00e9r\u00e9 ne laisse aucune trace,
\nNon plus que sur mon coeur on n\u2019a jamais pu voir
\nQue le fer ni le feu aient eu aucun pouvoir.
\nCe sera pour complaire \u00e0 la meurtri\u00e8re vue
\nQui tira pai mes yeux mon coeur \u00e0 l\u2019impourvue,
\nCe sera pour orner et les mains et les doigts
\nQui serr\u00e8rent ma vie esclave sous ses lois.
\nQue mes dents par les cieux soient faites immortelles
\nChang\u00e9es pour jamais en tout autant de perles
\nSans tache ni obscur, comme sans tache aussi
\nFut mon amour, mon \u00e2me, et ma foi jusqu\u2019ici.
\nCe sera pour lier cet obstin\u00e9 courage
\nA rendre pour l\u2019amour la peine et le dommage,
\nCe sera pour lier sa chevelure en rond,
\nPour embellir son chef et couronner son front.
\nMa peau lui servira de v\u00e9ritable ocagne
\nMeilleure qu\u2019il n\u2019en vient de la mi-maure Espagne,
\nPour garantir du chaud du soleil outrageux
\nLes mains de ma meurtri\u00e8re, en sorte que je veux
\nGarder contre le feu ce qui me met en cendre,
\nEt pour mille forfaits tel service lui rendre.
\nEt vous, mes nerfs, lass\u00e9s de tirer mes malheurs,
\nJe veux que ci-apr\u00e8s vous chantiez mes douleurs
\nSur le luth enchanteur que ma ma\u00eetresse fi\u00e8re
\nA l\u2019ou\u00efr de ma mort l\u00e2chera en col\u00e8re
\nSur le dos de son lit. Change, coeur endurci,
\nChange, coeur obstin\u00e9, change de nom aussi :
\nTu as aim\u00e9 les coups et les piq\u00fbres
\nEt tu prends \u00e0 plaisir et faveur les blessures ;
\nQuand mes yeux seront clos d\u2019un \u00e9ternel sommeil,
\nTu auras un office et supplice pareil :
\nTu serviras Diane et sur les m\u00eames br\u00e8ches
\nQue firent dedans toi mille sanglantes fl\u00e8ches
\nTu seras gardien des \u00e9pingles qu\u2019au soir
\nSa d\u00e9licate main te fera recevoir,
\nCelles qui remparaient d\u2019un satin noir sa face,
\nOu qui piquaient mes doigts punis de mon audace.
\nCoule, sang irrit\u00e9, et apr\u00e8s mon malheur
\nNe change point encor ta na\u00efve couleur,
\nFais-toi son vermillon, \u00f4 plaie bienheureuse,
\nQui poussant sur mon sang mon \u00e2me langoureuse
\nLui donne ce soulas qu\u2019au bout de mes douleurs
\nRena\u00eetront de ma mort tant de vives couleurs
\nQui feront ma s\u00e9v\u00e8re, \u00e0 nulle autre pareille,
\nAu lustre de mon sang reluire plus vermeille\u2026<\/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":[],"poems-book":[],"poemes-theme":[171,338],"poete":[796],"class_list":["post-16937","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","poemes-theme-amour","poemes-theme-passion","poete-theodore-agrippa-daubigne"],"yoast_head":"\n