Endymion. Un beau soir qu'il ronflait en un riant bocage. / La lune, jeune alors, s'en éprit follement, / Et du bout d'un rayon déposa mollement / Un amoureux baiser sur son noble visage. Girodet (Oeuvres Posthumes)

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