Votre âme est un paysage choisi Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques […].
Il est grave : il est maire et père de famille. Son faux-col engloutit son oreille. Ses yeux Dans un rêve sans fin flottent insoucieux, Et le printemps en fleur sur ses pantoufles brille.
Souvenir, souvenir, que me veux-tu ? L'automne Faisait voler la grive à travers l'air atone […].
Non. Il fut gallican, ce siècle*, et janséniste !
Ah, quand refleuriront les roses de septembre !
Écoutez la chanson bien douce Qui ne pleure que pour vous plaire.
Votre âme est un paysage choisi Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques […].
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