Vois-tu comme le flot paisible
\nSur le rivage vient mourir !
\nVois-tu le volage z\u00e9phyr
\nRider, d\u2019une haleine insensible,
\nL\u2019onde qu\u2019il aime \u00e0 parcourir !
\nMontons sur la barque l\u00e9g\u00e8re
\nQue ma main guide sans efforts,
\nEt de ce golfe solitaire
\nRasons timidement les bords.<\/p>\n
Loin de nous d\u00e9j\u00e0 fuit la rive.
\nTandis que d\u2019une main craintive
\nTu tiens le docile aviron,
\nCourb\u00e9 sur la rame bruyante
\nAu sein de l\u2019onde fr\u00e9missante
\nJe trace un rapide sillon.<\/p>\n
Dieu ! quelle fra\u00eecheur on respire !
\nPlong\u00e9 dans le sein de Th\u00e9tis,
\nLe soleil a c\u00e9d\u00e9 l\u2019empire
\n\u00c0 la p\u00e2le reine des nuits.
\nLe sein des fleurs demi-ferm\u00e9es
\nS\u2019ouvre, et de vapeurs embaum\u00e9es
\nEn ce moment remplit les airs ;
\nEt du soir la brise l\u00e9g\u00e8re
\nDes plus doux parfums de la terre
\n\u00c0 son tour embaume les mers.<\/p>\n
Quels chants sur ces flots retentissent ?
\nQuels chants \u00e9clatent sur ces bords ?
\nDe ces deux concerts qui s\u2019unissent
\nL\u2019\u00e9cho prolonge les accords.
\nN\u2019osant se fier aux \u00e9toiles,
\nLe p\u00eacheur, repliant ses voiles,
\nSalue, en chantant, son s\u00e9jour.
\nTandis qu\u2019une folle jeunesse
\nPousse au ciel des cris d\u2019all\u00e9gresse,
\nEt f\u00eate son heureux retour.<\/p>\n
Mais d\u00e9j\u00e0 l\u2019ombre plus \u00e9paisse
\nTombe, et brunit les vastes mers ;
\nLe bord s\u2019efface, le bruit cesse,
\nLe silence occupe les airs.
\nC\u2019est l\u2019heure o\u00f9 la m\u00e9lancolie
\nS\u2019assoit pensive et recueillie
\nAux bords silencieux des mers,
\nEt, m\u00e9ditant sur les ruines,
\nContemple au penchant des collines
\nCe palais, ces temples d\u00e9serts.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 de la libert\u00e9 vieille et sainte patrie !
\nTerre autrefois f\u00e9conde en sublimes vertus !
\nSous d\u2019indignes C\u00e9sars maintenant asservie,
\nTon empire est tomb\u00e9 ! tes h\u00e9ros ne sont plus !
\nMais dans ton sein l\u2019ame agrandie
\nCroit sur leurs monuments respirer leur g\u00e9nie,
\nComme on respire encor dans un temple aboli
\nLa majest\u00e9 du dieu dont il \u00e9tait rempli.
\nMais n\u2019interrogeons pas vos cendres g\u00e9n\u00e9reuses,
\nVieux Romains ! fiers Catons ! m\u00e2nes des deux Brutus !
\nAllons redemander \u00e0 ces murs abattus
\nDes souvenirs plus doux, des ombres plus heureuses,<\/p>\n
Horace, dans ce frais s\u00e9jour,
\nDans une retraite embellie
\nPar le plaisir et le g\u00e9nie,
\nFuyoit les pompes de la cour ;
\nProperce y visitoit Cinthie,
\nEt sous les regards de D\u00e9lie
\nTibulle y moduloit les soupirs de l\u2019amour.
\nPlus loin, voici l\u2019asile o\u00f9 vint chanter le Tasse,
\nQuand, victime \u00e0 la fois du g\u00e9nie et du sort,
\nErrant dans l\u2019univers, sans refuge et sans port,
\nLa piti\u00e9 recueillit son illustre disgr\u00e2ce.
\nNon loin des m\u00eames bords, plus tard il vint mourir ;
\nLa gloire l\u2019appeloit, il arrive, il succombe :
\nLa palme qui l\u2019attend devant lui semble fuir,
\nEt son laurier tardif n\u2019ombrage que sa tombe.<\/p>\n
Colline de Baya ! po\u00e9tique s\u00e9jour !
\nVoluptueux vallon qu\u2019habita tour \u00e0 tour
\nTout ce qui fut grand dans le monde,
\nTu ne retentis plus de gloire ni d\u2019amour.
\nPas une voix qui me r\u00e9ponde,
\nQue le bruit plaintif de cette onde,
\nOu l\u2019\u00e9cho r\u00e9veill\u00e9 des d\u00e9bris d\u2019alentour !<\/p>\n
Ainsi tout change, ainsi tout passe ;
\nAinsi nous-m\u00eames nous passons,
\nH\u00e9las ! sans laisser plus de trace
\nQue cette barque o\u00f9 nous glissons
\nSur cette mer o\u00f9 tout s\u2019efface.<\/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":[950,379],"poete":[483],"class_list":["post-10740","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-479","poems-book-meditations-poetiques","poemes-theme-lieu","poemes-theme-mer","poete-alphonse-de-lamartine"],"yoast_head":"\n