Des sages ?
\nEn veux-tu voir, songeur ? Vois ces frais, \u00e9coliers
\nQui s\u2019\u00e9chappent des bancs et courent aux halliers,
\nEt vont aux champs, l\u00e9gers, libres, de jeunesse ivres,
\nPoussant des cris, cueillant des fleurs, jetant les livres,
\nEt qui se laissent vivre et de joie inonder,
\nEt s\u2019emplissent l\u2019esprit de jour, sans demander
\nA l\u2019aurore des cieux comment elle s\u2019appelle !
\nVois ces deux amoureux qui cherchent la chapelle
\nDe l\u2019azur, des taillis profonds, des bruits d\u2019oiseaux,
\nEt qui laissent leur coeur fuir, avec les ruisseaux,
\nJaser avec les nids, avec le soleil luire,
\nSans vouloir, sans tenter, sans creuser, sans construire
\nAutre chose qu\u2019un r\u00eave ineffable et r\u00e9el !
\nIls s\u2019inqui\u00e8tent peu de l\u2019inutile ciel ;
\nIls n\u2019en ont pas besoin puisqu\u2019ils disent : je t\u2019aime !
\nQu\u2019en feraient-ils ; \u00e9tant le paradis eux-m\u00eame ?
\nIls portent l\u2019un et l\u2019autre un songe sur leur front ;
\nIls sont heureux ; pour aube et pour azur ils ont,<\/p>\n
Lui, qu\u2019elle soit si belle, elle, qu\u2019il soit si tendre !
\nLe rossignol suspend son chant pour les entendre.
\nIls vont, doux insens\u00e9s du coeur, couple enivr\u00e9
\nDe la voix amoureuse et du regard sacr\u00e9 ;
\nIls vont, ils sont ! La main par la main est press\u00e9e ;
\nIls vivent l\u00e8vre \u00e0 l\u00e8vre et pens\u00e9e \u00e0 pens\u00e9e ;
\nSi bien que tout leur \u00eatre est un frisson joyeux,
\nEt que, pr\u00e8s des rayons que prodiguent leurs yeux,
\nLe matin est avare et l\u2019astre est \u00e9conome ;
\nEt que la jeune fille aime, et que le jeune homme
\nAdore, et qu\u2019autour d\u2019eux le bois fr\u00e9mit ! si bien
\nQu\u2019ils ne savent plus rien, qu\u2019ils ne veulent plus rien,
\nQue pour ces \u00e9blouis la plaine est une f\u00eate,
\nEt que tous les passants tournent vers eux la t\u00eate,
\nEt que les jeunes sont jaloux, et que les vieux
\nTristes de n\u2019\u00eatre plus jaloux, sont envieux !
\nCe beau couple est pench\u00e9 sur l\u2019eau qui d\u00e9salt\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
Songeur ! songeur ! il est deux sages sur la terre ;
\nLe premier est l\u2019enfant, le second est l\u2019amant.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[252],"poems-book":[293],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-10079","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-252","poems-book-toute-la-lyre","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n