Ô mers, ô volières de ma Mémoire !
Penser qu'on vivra jamais dans cet astre*, Parfois me flanque un coup dans l'épigastre.
Ô ! l'Éden immédiat des braves empirismes !
Ah ! ce soir, j'ai le cœur mal, le cœur à la Lune.
Je ne suis qu'un viveur lunaire Qui fait des ronds dans les bassins, Et cela, sans autre dessein Que devenir un légendaire.
Dans les jardins De nos instincts Allons cueillir De quoi guérir…
Les dieux s'en vont ; plus que des hures ; Ah ! ça devient tous les jours pis.
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