Lorsque seul avec toi, pensive et recueillie,
\nTes deux mains dans la mienne, assis \u00e0 tes c\u00f4t\u00e9s,
\nJ\u2019abandonne mon \u00e2me aux molles volupt\u00e9s,
\nEt je laisse couler les heures que j\u2019oublie ;
\nLorsqu\u2019au fond des for\u00eats je t\u2019entra\u00eene avec moi,
\nLorsque tes doux soupirs charment seuls mon oreille,
\nOu que, te r\u00e9p\u00e9tant les serments de la veille,
\nJe te jure \u00e0 mon tour de n\u2019adorer que toi ;
\nLorsqu\u2019enfin, plus heureux, ton front charmant repose,
\nSur mon genou tremblant qui lui sert de soutien,
\nEt que mes lents regards sont suspendus au tien
\nComme l\u2019abeille avide aux feuilles de la rose :
\nSouvent alors, souvent, dans le fond de mon c\u0153ur,
\nP\u00e9n\u00e8tre comme un trait une vague terreur ;
\nTu me vois tressaillir ; je p\u00e2lis, je frissonne,
\nEt, troubl\u00e9 tout \u00e0 coup dans le sein du bonheur,
\nJe sens couler des pleurs dont mon \u00e2me s\u2019\u00e9tonne.
\nTu me presses soudain dans tes bras caressants,
\nTu m\u2019interroges, tu t\u2019alarmes,
\nEt je vois de tes yeux s\u2019\u00e9chapper quelques larmes
\nQui viennent se m\u00ealer aux pleurs que je r\u00e9pands.
\n\u00ab De quel ennui secret ton \u00e2me est-elle atteinte ? \u00bb
\nMe dis-tu. \u00ab Cher amour, \u00e9panche ta douleur ;
\n\u00bb J\u2019adoucirai ta peine en \u00e9coutant ta plainte,
\n\u00bb Et mon c\u0153ur versera le baume dans ton c\u0153ur. \u00bb
\nNe m\u2019interroge plus, \u00f4 moiti\u00e9 de moi-m\u00eame !
\nEnlac\u00e9 dans tes bras, quand tu me dis \u00ab Je t\u2019aime, \u00bb
\nQuand mes yeux enivr\u00e9s se soul\u00e8vent vers toi,
\nNul mortel sous les cieux n\u2019est plus heureux que moi !
\nMais jusque dans le sein des heures fortun\u00e9es
\nJe ne sais quelle voix que j\u2019entends retentir
\nMe poursuit, et vient m\u2019avertir
\nQue le bonheur s\u2019enfuit sur l\u2019aile des ann\u00e9es,
\nEt que de nos amours le flambeau doit mourir.
\nD\u2019un vol \u00e9pouvant\u00e9, dans le sombre avenir
\nMon \u00e2me avec effroi se plonge,
\nEt je me dis : Ce n\u2019est qu\u2019un songe
\nQue le bonheur qui doit finir !<\/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":[480],"poems-book":[477],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[483],"class_list":["post-10759","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-480","poems-book-nouvelles-meditations-poetiques","poete-alphonse-de-lamartine"],"yoast_head":"\n