En vain le jour succ\u00e8de au jour,
\nIls glissent sans laisser de trace ;
\nDans mon ame rien ne t\u2019efface,
\n\u00d4 dernier songe de l\u2019amour !<\/p>\n
Je vois mes rapides ann\u00e9es
\nS\u2019accumuler derri\u00e8re moi,
\nComme le ch\u00eane autour de soi
\nVoit tomber ses feuilles fan\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
Mon front est blanchi par le temps ;
\nMon sang refroidi coule \u00e0 peine,
\nSemblable \u00e0 cette onde qu\u2019encha\u00eene
\nLe souffle glac\u00e9 des autans.<\/p>\n
Mais ta jeune et brillante image,
\nQue le regret vient embellir,
\nDans mon sein ne saurait vieillir
\nComme l\u2019ame, elle n\u2019a point d\u2019\u00e2ge.<\/p>\n
Non, tu n\u2019as pas quitt\u00e9 mes yeux ;
\nEt quand mon regard solitaire
\nCessa de te voir sur la terre,
\nSoudain je te vis dans les cieux.<\/p>\n
L\u00e0, tu m\u2019apparois telle encore
\nQue tu fus \u00e0 ce dernier jour,
\nQuand vers ton c\u00e9leste s\u00e9jour
\nTu t\u2019envolas avec l\u2019aurore.<\/p>\n
Ta pure et touchante beaut\u00e9
\nDans les cieux m\u00eame t\u2019a suivie ;
\nTes yeux, o\u00f9 s\u2019\u00e9teignoit la vie,
\nRayonnent d\u2019immortalit\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
Du z\u00e9phyr l\u2019amoureuse haleine
\nSoul\u00e8ve encor tes longs cheveux ;
\nSur ton sein leurs flots onduleux
\nRetombent en tresses d\u2019\u00e9b\u00e8ne,<\/p>\n
L\u2019ombre de ce voile incertain
\nAdoucit encor ton image,
\nComme l\u2019aube qui se d\u00e9gage
\nDes derniers voiles du matin.<\/p>\n
Du soleil la c\u00e9leste flamme
\nAvec les jours revient et fuit ;
\nMais mon amour n\u2019a pas de nuit,
\nEt tu luis toujours sur mon ame.<\/p>\n
C\u2019est toi que j\u2019entends, que je vois,
\nDans le d\u00e9sert, dans le nuage ;
\nL\u2019onde r\u00e9fl\u00e9chit ton image ;
\nLe z\u00e9phyr m\u2019apporte ta voix.<\/p>\n
Tandis que la terre sommeille,
\nSi j\u2019entends le vent soupirer,
\nJe crois t\u2019entendre murmurer
\nDes mots sacr\u00e9s \u00e0 mon oreille.<\/p>\n
C\u2019est ta main qui s\u00e8che mes pleurs,
\nQuand je vais, triste et solitaire,
\nR\u00e9pandre en secret ma pri\u00e8re
\nPr\u00e8s des autels consolateurs.<\/p>\n
Quand je dors, tu veilles dans l\u2019ombre ;
\nTes ailes reposent sur moi ;
\nTous mes songes viennent de toi,
\nDoux comme le regard d\u2019une ombre.<\/p>\n
Pendant mon sommeil, si ta main
\nDe mes jours d\u00e9lioit la trame,
\nC\u00e9leste moiti\u00e9 de mon ame,
\nJ\u2019irois m\u2019\u00e9veiller dans ton sein !<\/p>\n
Comme deux rayons de l\u2019aurore,
\nComme deux soupirs confondus,
\nNos deux \u00e2mes ne forment plus
\nQu\u2019une ame, et je soupire encore !<\/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":[171,413,330,402,366,238],"poete":[483],"class_list":["post-10733","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-479","poems-book-meditations-poetiques","poemes-theme-amour","poemes-theme-immortalite","poemes-theme-mort","poemes-theme-souvenir","poemes-theme-temps-qui-passe","poemes-theme-tristesse","poete-alphonse-de-lamartine"],"yoast_head":"\n