Tout est pris d\u2019un frisson subit.
\nL\u2019hiver s\u2019enfuit et se d\u00e9robe.
\nL\u2019ann\u00e9e \u00f4te son vieil habit ;
\nLa terre met sa belle robe.<\/p>\n
Tout est nouveau, tout est debout ;
\nL\u2019adolescence est dans les plaines ;<\/p>\n
La beaut\u00e9 du diable, partout,
\nRayonne et se mire aux fontaines.<\/p>\n
L\u2019arbre est coquet ; parmi les fleurs
\nC\u2019est \u00e0 qui sera la plus belle ;
\nToutes \u00e9talent leurs couleurs,
\nEt les plus laides ont du z\u00e8le.<\/p>\n
Le bouquet jaillit du rocher ;
\nL\u2019air baise les feuilles l\u00e9g\u00e8res ;
\nJuin rit de voir s\u2019endimancher
\nLe petit peuple des foug\u00e8res.<\/p>\n
C\u2019est une f\u00eate en v\u00e9rit\u00e9,
\nF\u00eate o\u00f9 vient le chardon, ce rustre ;
\nDans le grand palais de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9
\nLes astres allument le lustre.<\/p>\n
On fait les foins. Bient\u00f4t les bl\u00e9s.
\nLe faucheur dort sous la c\u00e9p\u00e9e ;
\nEt tous les souffles sont m\u00eal\u00e9s
\nD\u2019une senteur d\u2019herbe coup\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Qui chante l\u00e0 ? Le rossignol.
\nLes chrysalides sont parties.<\/p>\n
Le ver de terre a pris son vol
\nEt jet\u00e9 le froc aux orties ;<\/p>\n
L\u2019aragne sur l\u2019eau fait des ronds ;
\n\u00d4 ciel bleu ! l\u2019ombre est sous la treille ;
\nLe jonc tremble, et les moucherons
\nViennent vous parler \u00e0 l\u2019oreille ;<\/p>\n
On voit r\u00f4der l\u2019abeille \u00e0 jeun,
\nLa gu\u00eape court, le frelon guette ;
\nA tous ces buveurs de parfum
\nLe printemps ouvre sa guinguette.<\/p>\n
Le bourdon, aux exc\u00e8s enclin
\nEntre en chiffonnant sa chemise ;
\nUn \u0153illet est un verre plein
\nUn lys est une nappe mise.<\/p>\n
La mouche boit le vermillon
\nEt l\u2019or dans les fleurs demi-closes,
\nEt l\u2019ivrogne est le papillon,
\nEt les cabarets sont les roses.<\/p>\n
De joie et d\u2019extase on s\u2019emplit,
\nL\u2019ivresse, c\u2019est la d\u00e9livrance ;<\/p>\n
Sur aucune fleur on ne lit :
\nSoci\u00e9t\u00e9 de temp\u00e9rance.<\/p>\n
Le faste providentiel
\nPartout brille, \u00e9clate et s\u2019\u00e9panche
\nEt l\u2019unique livre, le ciel,
\nEst par l\u2019aube dor\u00e9 sur tranche.<\/p>\n
Enfants, dans vos yeux \u00e9clatants
\nJe crois voir l\u2019empyr\u00e9e \u00e9clore ;
\nVous riez comme le printemps
\nEt vous pleurez comme l\u2019aurore.<\/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":[443],"poems-book":[447],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9682","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-443","poems-book-lart-detre-grand-pere","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n