Souvent sur la montagne, \u00e0 l\u2019ombre du vieux ch\u00eane,
\nAu coucher du soleil, tristement je m\u2019assieds ;
\nJe prom\u00e8ne au hasard mes regards sur la plaine,
\nDont le tableau changeant se d\u00e9roule \u00e0 mes pieds.<\/p>\n
Ici, gronde le fleuve aux vagues \u00e9cumantes,
\nIl serpente, et s\u2019enfonce en un lointain obscur ;
\nL\u00e0, le lac immobile \u00e9tend ses eaux dormantes
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019\u00e9toile du soir se l\u00e8ve dans l\u2019azur.<\/p>\n
Au sommet de ces monts couronn\u00e9s de bois sombres,
\nLe cr\u00e9puscule encor jette un dernier rayon,
\nEt le char vaporeux de la reine des ombres
\nMonte, et blanchit d\u00e9j\u00e0 les bords de l\u2019horizon.<\/p>\n
Cependant, s\u2019\u00e9lan\u00e7ant de la fl\u00e8che gothique,
\nUn son religieux se r\u00e9pand dans les airs,
\nLe voyageur s\u2019arr\u00eate, et la cloche rustique
\nAux derniers bruits du jour m\u00eale de saints concerts.<\/p>\n
Mais \u00e0 ces doux tableaux mon ame indiff\u00e9rente
\nN\u2019\u00e9prouve devant eux ni charme, ni transports,
\nJe contemple la terre, ainsi qu\u2019une ombre errante :
\nLe soleil des vivants n\u2019\u00e9chauffe plus les morts.<\/p>\n
De colline en colline en vain portant ma vue,
\nDu sud \u00e0 l\u2019aquilon, de l\u2019aurore au couchant,
\nJe parcours tous les points de l\u2019immense \u00e9tendue,
\nEt je dis : Nulle part le bonheur ne m\u2019attend.<\/p>\n
Que me font ces vallons, ces palais, ces chaumi\u00e8res ?
\nVains objets dont pour moi le charme est envol\u00e9 ;
\nFleuves, rochers, for\u00eats, solitudes si ch\u00e8res,
\nUn seul \u00eatre vous manque, et tout est d\u00e9peupl\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Que le tour du soleil ou commence ou s\u2019ach\u00e8ve,
\nD\u2019un \u0153il indiff\u00e9rent je le suis dans son cours ;
\nEn un ciel sombre ou pur qu\u2019il se couche ou se l\u00e8ve,
\nQu\u2019importe le soleil ? je n\u2019attends rien des jours.<\/p>\n
Quand je pourrois le suivre en sa vaste carri\u00e8re,
\nMes yeux verroient par-tout le vide et les d\u00e9serts ;
\nJe ne desire rien de tout ce qu\u2019il \u00e9claire,
\nJe ne demande rien \u00e0 l\u2019immense univers.<\/p>\n
Mais peut-\u00eatre au-del\u00e0 des bornes de sa sph\u00e8re,
\nLieux o\u00f9 le vrai soleil \u00e9claire d\u2019autres cieux,
\nSi je pouvais laisser ma d\u00e9pouille \u00e0 la terre,
\nCe que j\u2019ai tant r\u00eav\u00e9 paro\u00eetroit \u00e0 mes yeux ?<\/p>\n
L\u00e0, je m\u2019enivrerois \u00e0 la source o\u00f9 j\u2019aspire,
\nL\u00e0, je retrouverois et l\u2019espoir et l\u2019amour,
\nEt ce bien id\u00e9al que toute ame desire
\nEt qui n\u2019a pas de nom au terrestre s\u00e9jour !<\/p>\n
Que ne puis-je, port\u00e9 sur le char de l\u2019Aurore,
\nVague objet de mes v\u0153ux, m\u2019\u00e9lancer jusqu\u2019\u00e0 toi ;
\nSur la terre d\u2019exil pourquoi rest\u00e9-je encore ?
\nIl n\u2019est rien de commun entre la terre et moi.<\/p>\n
Quand la feuille des bois tombe dans la prairie,
\nLe vent du soir se l\u00e8ve et l\u2019arrache aux vallons ;
\nEt moi, je suis semblable \u00e0 la feuille fl\u00e9trie :
\nEmportez-moi comme elle, orageux aquilons !<\/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":[479],"poems-book":[476],"poemes-theme":[239,330,149,398,238],"poete":[483],"class_list":["post-10726","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-479","poems-book-meditations-poetiques","poemes-theme-absence","poemes-theme-mort","poemes-theme-nature","poemes-theme-solitude","poemes-theme-tristesse","poete-alphonse-de-lamartine"],"yoast_head":"\n