Murs, ville,
\nEt port.
\nAsile
\nDe mort,
\nMer grise
\nO\u00f9 brise
\nLa brise,
\nTout dort.<\/p>\n
Dans la plaine
\nNa\u00eet un bruit.
\nC\u2019est l\u2019haleine
\nDe la nuit.
\nElle brame
\nComme une \u00e2me
\nQu\u2019une flamme
\nToujours suit !<\/p>\n
La voix plus haute
\nSemble un grelot.
\nD\u2019un nain qui saute
\nC\u2019est le galop.
\nIl fuit, s\u2019\u00e9lance,
\nPuis en cadence
\nSur un pied danse
\nAu bout d\u2019un flot.<\/p>\n
La rumeur approche.
\nL\u2019\u00e9cho la redit.
\nC\u2019est comme la cloche
\nD\u2019un couvent maudit ;
\nComme un bruit de foule,
\nQui tonne et qui roule,
\nEt tant\u00f4t s\u2019\u00e9croule,
\nEt tant\u00f4t grandit.<\/p>\n
Dieu ! la voix s\u00e9pulcrale
\nDes Djinns !\u2026 Quel bruit ils font !
\nFuyons sous la spirale
\nDe l\u2019escalier profond.
\nD\u00e9j\u00e0 s\u2019\u00e9teint ma lampe,
\nEt l\u2019ombre de la rampe,
\nQui le long du mur rampe,
\nMonte jusqu\u2019au plafond.<\/p>\n
C\u2019est l\u2019essaim des Djinns qui passe.
\nEt tourbillonne en sifflant !
\nLes ifs, que leur vol fracasse,
\nCraquent comme un pin br\u00fblant.
\nLeur troupeau, lourd et rapide,
\nVolant dans l\u2019espace vide,
\nSemble un nuage livide
\nQui porte un \u00e9clair au flanc.<\/p>\n
Ils sont tout pr\u00e8s ! \u2014 Tenons ferm\u00e9e
\nCette salle, o\u00f9 nous les narguons.
\nQuel bruit dehors ! Hideuse arm\u00e9e
\nDe vampires et de dragons !
\nLa poutre du toit descell\u00e9e
\nPloie ainsi qu\u2019une herbe mouill\u00e9e,
\nEt la vieille porte rouill\u00e9e
\nTremble, \u00e0 d\u00e9raciner ses gonds !<\/p>\n
Cris de l\u2019enfer ! voix qui hurle et qui pleure !
\nL\u2019horrible essaim, pouss\u00e9 par l\u2019aquilon,
\nSans doute, \u00f4 ciel ! s\u2019abat sur ma demeure.
\nLe mur fl\u00e9chit sous le noir bataillon.
\nLa maison crie et chancelle pench\u00e9e,
\nEt l\u2019on dirait que, du sol arrach\u00e9e,
\nAinsi qu\u2019il chasse une feuille s\u00e9ch\u00e9e,
\nLe vent la roule avec leur tourbillon !<\/p>\n
Proph\u00e8te ! si ta main me sauve
\nDe ces impurs d\u00e9mons des soirs,
\nJ\u2019irai prosterner mon front chauve
\nDevant tes sacr\u00e9s encensoirs !
\nFais que sur ces portes fid\u00e8les
\nMeure leur souffle d\u2019\u00e9tincelles,
\nEt qu\u2019en vain l\u2019ongle de leurs ailes
\nGrince et crie \u00e0 ces vitraux noirs !<\/p>\n
Ils sont pass\u00e9s ! \u2014 Leur cohorte
\nS\u2019envole, et fuit, et leurs pieds
\nCessent de battre ma porte
\nDe leurs coups multipli\u00e9s.
\nL\u2019air est plein d\u2019un bruit de cha\u00eenes,
\nEt dans les for\u00eats prochaines
\nFrissonnent tous les grands ch\u00eanes,
\nSous leur vol de feu pli\u00e9s !<\/p>\n
De leurs ailes lointaines
\nLe battement d\u00e9cro\u00eet,
\nSi confus dans les plaines,
\nSi faible, que l\u2019on croit
\nOu\u00efr la sauterelle
\nCrier d\u2019une voix gr\u00eale,
\nOu p\u00e9tiller la gr\u00eale
\nSur le plomb d\u2019un vieux toit.<\/p>\n
D\u2019\u00e9tranges syllabes
\nNous viennent encor ;
\nAinsi, des arabes
\nQuand sonne le cor,
\nUn chant sur la gr\u00e8ve
\nPar instants s\u2019\u00e9l\u00e8ve,
\nEt l\u2019enfant qui r\u00eave
\nFait des r\u00eaves d\u2019or.<\/p>\n
Les Djinns fun\u00e8bres,
\nFils du tr\u00e9pas,
\nDans les t\u00e9n\u00e8bres
\nPressent leurs pas ;
\nLeur essaim gronde :
\nAinsi, profonde,
\nMurmure une onde
\nQu\u2019on ne voit pas.<\/p>\n
Ce bruit vague
\nQui s\u2019endort,
\nC\u2019est la vague
\nSur le bord ;
\nC\u2019est la plainte,
\nPresque \u00e9teinte,
\nD\u2019une sainte
\nPour un mort.<\/p>\n
On doute
\nLa nuit\u2026
\nJ\u2019\u00e9coute : \u2014
\nTout fuit,
\nTout passe ;
\nL\u2019espace
\nEfface
\nLe bruit.<\/p>\n
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