.Sables de vieux os - Le flot râle
Des glas: crevant bruit sur bruit...
- Palud pâle, où la lune avale
De gros vers, pour passer la nuit.
- Calme de peste, où la fièvre
Cuit... Le follet damné languit.
- Herbe puante où le lièvre
Est un sorcier poltron qui fui.
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