Je sais l'art d'évoquer les minutes heureuses.
Les nations n'ont de grands hommes que malgré elles, — comme les familles.
J'ai longtemps habité sous de vastes portiques Que les soleils marins teignaient de mille feux.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté.
Je veux dormir ! dormir plutôt que vivre !
Mon enfant, ma sœur, Songe à la douceur D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble.
Les morts, les pauvres morts ont de grandes douleurs.
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