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gladys-lemire le 23-04-2024 à 18:57:43
But speak: let us reason. When, from morning to evening,

At home pushing the spade, or carrying the watering can,

You turn dry sand into fertile land,

And make all my garden so docile to your laws;

What do you say about seeing me there dreamy, capricious,

Sometimes lowering your forehead, sometimes raising your eyes,

Of words in the air by flying impulses,

Scare birds perched in my walkways?

Do you not suspect that the demon is agitated,

As well as this cousin of the four sons Aimon,

Whose wonderful story you sometimes read,

Am I ruminating while walking somewhere in the grimoire?

But no: you remember that in the village they told you

That your master is appointed to write down

The deeds of a king greater in wisdom, in valour,

That Charlemagne helped by the twelve peers of France.

You think he works there, and that along this wall

Perhaps at this moment he is taking Mons and Namur.