{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/10580/?format=json","language":{"code":"fra","iso_name":"French","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/fra/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/17/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/137/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.376000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.376000Z","description":"M. Yourcenar"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.377000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.377000Z"},"unique_id":100000913,"created_at":"2021-10-20T21:47:28.504378Z","updated_at":"2021-10-20T21:47:28.504386Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Je croyais l'embrasser, couché sous mon manteau,\r\nContre moi, dans mon lit... Mais le jour vint trop tôt.\r\nDix-huit ans... Yeux rieurs... Où donc es-tu, fantôme ?\r\nLa brûlure demeure et l'espoir m'a quitté.\r\nMême errante la nuit au mensonger royaume,\r\nApprends, ô ma pauvre âme, à craindre la beauté.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.125/?format=json"]}