Non, je n’ai point chang\u00e9. Tu te plains \u00e0 tort, fr\u00e8re.
\nH\u00e9las! quoique le ciel parfois nous soit contraire,
\nQuoique nous n’ayons rien ici qui soit \u00e0 nous,
\nQuoique dans nos travaux, rudes et pourtant doux,
\nLe sort jaloux souvent vienne et nous interrompe,
\nNon, je n’ai point chang\u00e9, Louis; ton coeur se trompe.
\nJe suis l’homme pensif que j’ai toujours \u00e9t\u00e9.
\nContemplant la nature, adorant la beaut\u00e9,
\nFait d’admiration, d’\u00e9tude et de pri\u00e8re;
\nProstern\u00e9 devant l’ombre \u00e9t devant la lumi\u00e8re,
\nJ’ai, cr\u00e9\u00e9 pour souffrir et vivre par l’amour,
\nDeux musiques en moi qui chantent tour \u00e0 tour:
\nDans la t\u00eate un orchestre et dans l’\u00e2me une lyre.
\nCette cr\u00e9ation que je t\u00e2che de lire,
\nAvec ses univers, ses lueurs, ses splendeurs,
\nRemuant mon cerveau jusqu’en ses profondeurs,
\nEn fait en m\u00eame temps vibrer toutes les fibres.
\nJe veux les peuples grands, je veux les hommes libres;
\nJe r\u00eave pour la femme un avenir meilleur;
\nInclin\u00e9 sur le pauvre et sur le travailleur,
\nJe leur suis fraternel du fond de ma pens\u00e9e;
\nComment guider la foule orageuse et press\u00e9e,
\nComment donner au droit plus de base et d’ampleur,
\nComment faire ici-bas d\u00e9cro\u00eetre la douleur,
\nLa faim, le dur labeur, le mal et la mis\u00e8re,
\nToutes ces questions me tiennent dans leur serre;
\nEt puis, quoique songeur, ais\u00e9ment r\u00e9joui,
\nJe me sens tout \u00e0 coup le coeur \u00e9panoui
\nSi, dans mon cercle \u00e9troit, j’ai, par une parole,
\nPar quelque fantaisie inattendue et folle,<\/p>\n
Fait na\u00eetre autour de moi, le soir au coin du feu,
\nCe rire des enfants qui fait sourire Dieu.<\/p>\n
Ainsi tu m’as connu. Je suis toujours le m\u00eame.
\nAujourd’hui seulement, attristant ceux que j’aime,
\nLe deuil monte parfois \u00e0 mon front douloureux,
\nJe reste moins longtemps au milieu des heureux,
\nEt dans mes yeux, souvent fix\u00e9s hors de ce monde,
\nLe sourire est plus p\u00e2le et l’ombre est plus profonde.<\/p>\n
11 octobre 1846.<\/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-10116","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-252","poems-book-toute-la-lyre","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n