Ainsi, quand l\u2019aigle du tonnerre
\nEnlevoit Ganym\u00e8de aux cieux,
\nL\u2019enfant, s\u2019attachant \u00e0 la terre,
\nLuttoit contre l\u2019oiseau des dieux ;
\nMais entre ses serres rapides
\nL\u2019aigle pressant ses flancs timides,
\nL\u2019arrachoit aux champs paternels ;
\nEt, sourd \u00e0 la voix qui l\u2019implore,
\nIl le jetoit, tremblant encore,
\nJusques aux pieds des immortels.<\/p>\n
Ainsi quand tu fonds sur mon ame,
\nEnthousiasme, aigle vainqueur,
\nAu bruit de tes ailes de flamme
\nJe fr\u00e9mis d\u2019une sainte horreur ;
\nJe me d\u00e9bats sous ta puissance,
\nJe fuis, je crains que ta pr\u00e9sence
\nN\u2019an\u00e9antisse un c\u0153ur mortel,
\nComme un feu que la foudre allume,
\nQui ne s\u2019\u00e9teint plus, et consume
\nLe b\u00fbcher, le temple et l\u2019autel.<\/p>\n
Mais \u00e0 l\u2019essor de la pens\u00e9e
\nL\u2019instinct des sens s\u2019oppose en vain ;
\nSous le dieu, mon ame oppress\u00e9e
\nBondit, s\u2019\u00e9lance, et bat mon sein.
\nLa foudre en mes veines circule
\n\u00c9tonn\u00e9 du feu qui me br\u00fble.
\nJe l\u2019irrite en le combattant,
\nEt la lave de mon g\u00e9nie
\nD\u00e9borde en torrents d\u2019harmonie,
\nEt me consume en s\u2019\u00e9chappant.<\/p>\n
Muse, contemple ta victime !
\nCe n\u2019est plus ce front inspir\u00e9,
\nCe n\u2019est plus ce regard sublime
\nQui lan\u00e7oit un rayon sacr\u00e9 :
\nSous ta d\u00e9vorante influence,
\n\u00c0 peine un reste d\u2019existence
\n\u00c0 ma jeunesse est \u00e9chapp\u00e9.
\nMon front, que la p\u00e2leur efface,
\nNe conserve plus que la trace
\nDe la foudre qui m\u2019a frapp\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Heureux le po\u00e8te insensible !
\nSon luth n\u2019est point baign\u00e9 de pleurs,
\nSon enthousiasme paisible
\nN\u2019a point ces tragiques fureurs.
\nDe sa veine f\u00e9conde et pure
\nCoulent, avec nombre et mesure,
\nDes ruisseaux de lait et de miel ;
\nEt ce pusillanime Icare,
\nTrahi par l\u2019aile de Pindare,
\nNe retombe jamais du ciel.<\/p>\n
Mais nous, pour embraser les \u00e2mes,
\nIl faut br\u00fbler, il faut ravir
\nAu ciel jaloux ses triples flammes.
\nPour tout peindre, il faut tout sentir.
\nFoyers br\u00fblants de la lumi\u00e8re,
\nNos c\u0153urs de la nature enti\u00e8re
\nDoivent concentrer les rayons ;
\nEt l\u2019on accuse notre vie !
\nMais ce flambeau qu\u2019on nous envie
\nS\u2019allume au feu des passions.<\/p>\n
Non, jamais un sein pacifique
\nN\u2019enfanta ces divins \u00e9lans,
\nNi ce d\u00e9sordre sympathique
\nQui soumet le monde \u00e0 nos chants.
\nNon, non, quand l\u2019Apollon d\u2019Hom\u00e8re
\nPour lancer ses traits sur la terre,
\nDescendait des sommets d\u2019Eryx,
\nVolant aux rives infernales,
\nIl trempoit ses armes fatales
\nDans les eaux bouillantes du Styx.<\/p>\n
Descendez de l\u2019auguste cime
\nQu\u2019indignent de l\u00e2ches transports !
\nCe n\u2019est que d\u2019un luth magnanime
\nQue partent les divins accords.
\nLe c\u0153ur des enfants de la lyre
\nRessemble au marbre qui soupire
\nSur le s\u00e9pulcre de Memnon ;
\nPour lui donner la voix et l\u2019ame,
\nIl faut que de sa chaste flamme
\nL\u2019\u0153il du jour lui lance un rayon.<\/p>\n
Et tu veux qu\u2019\u00e9veillant encore
\nDes feux sous la cendre couverts
\nMon reste d\u2019ame s\u2019\u00e9vapore
\nEn accents perdus dans les airs !
\nLa gloire est le r\u00eave d\u2019une ombre ;
\nElle a trop retranch\u00e9 le nombre
\nDes jours qu\u2019elle devait charmer.
\nTu veux que je lui sacrifie
\nCe dernier souffle de ma vie !
\nJe veux le garder pour aimer !<\/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":[],"poete":[483],"class_list":["post-10734","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-479","poems-book-meditations-poetiques","poete-alphonse-de-lamartine"],"yoast_head":"\n