SOIR 39

                                               Soir de suie

                                               Rien ne luit

                                               Sombre ennui

                                              Aucun bruit

                                               Comme un voile

                                               Passe l’ondée

                                               Sur l’étoile

                                              Eplorée

                                               Lune d’or

                                               Ou es-tu

                                               Qu’on déplore

                                                Disparue

                                               Morne appel

                                               D’amours lasses

                                               Ce rappel

                                               Dit hélas

                                               L’obsession

                                               Militaire

                                               Du canon

                                               Brime la terre

                                              Soir de suie

                                               Rien ne luit

                                               Sombre ennui

                                               Aucun bruit

                                  H. E. BUREL