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Tous mes sens sont émus d'une volupté douce et pure, comme l'haleine du matin dans cette saison délicieuse. Seul, au milieu d'une contrée qui semble fait exprès pour un coeur tel que mien, j'y goûte à longs traits l'ivresse de la vie. Je suis si heureux, mon ami, si absorbé dans le sentiment de ma paisible existence, que mon art en souffre. Incapable de dessiner le mointre trait, la plus faible ébauche, jamais pourtant je ne fus si grand peintre. Quand mon vallon chéri se couvre autour de moi d'une légère vapeur; qu'au-dessus de ma tête le soleil de midi darde ses rayons embrasés sur la sombre voûte de mon bois, au fond duquel, comme d'un sanctuaire, il introduit à peine une tremblante lumière; qu'étendu sur le gazon touffu, à la chute d'un ruisseau, je découvre avec ravissement une multitude de plantes, de fleurs d'une délicatesse infinie; que je vois s'agiter entre les brins d'herbe des milliers de vermisseaux, d'insectes, de moucherons, aux formes variées et innombrables; que j'entends résonner à mon oreille le murmure confus de ce petit monde.
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