Cueillons, cueillons la rose au matin de la vie ;
\nDes rapides printemps respire au moins les fleurs ;
\nAux chastes volupt\u00e9s abandonnons nos c\u0153urs ;
\nAimons-nous sans mesure, \u00f4 mon unique amie !
\nQuand le nocher battu par les flots irrit\u00e9s
\nVoit son fragile esquif menac\u00e9 du naufrage,
\nIl tourne ses regards aux bords qu\u2019il a quitt\u00e9s,
\nEt regrette trop tard les loisirs du rivage.
\nAh ! qu\u2019il voudrait alors, au toit de ses a\u00efeux,
\nPr\u00e8s des objets ch\u00e9ris pr\u00e9sents \u00e0 sa m\u00e9moire,
\nCoulant des jours obscurs, sans p\u00e9rils et sans gloire,
\nN\u2019avoir jamais laiss\u00e9 son pays ni ses dieux !
\nAinsi l\u2019homme, courb\u00e9 sous le poids des ann\u00e9es,
\nPleure son doux printemps, qui ne peut revenir.
\n\u00ab Ah ! rendez-moi, dit-il, ces heures profan\u00e9es !
\n\u00bb \u00d4 dieux ! dans leur saison j\u2019oubliai d\u2019en jouir. \u00bb
\nIl dit : la mort r\u00e9pond ; et ces dieux qu\u2019il implore,
\nLe poussant au tombeau sans se laisser fl\u00e9chir,
\nNe lui permettent pas de se baisser encore
\nPour ramasser ces fleurs qu\u2019il n\u2019a pas su cueillir.<\/p>\n
Aimons-nous, \u00f4 ma bien-aim\u00e9e !
\nEt rions des soucis qui bercent les mortels.
\nPour le frivole app\u00e2t d\u2019une vaine fum\u00e9e,
\nLa moiti\u00e9 de leurs jours, h\u00e9las ! est consum\u00e9e
\nDans l\u2019abandon des biens r\u00e9els.<\/p>\n
\u00c0 leur st\u00e9rile orgueil ne portons point envie ;
\nLaissons le long espoir aux ma\u00eetres des humains !
\nPour nous, de notre heure incertains,
\nH\u00e2tons-nous d\u2019\u00e9puiser la coupe de la vie
\nPendant qu\u2019elle est entre nos mains.<\/p>\n
Soit que le laurier nous couronne,
\nEt qu\u2019aux fastes sanglants de l\u2019alti\u00e8re Bellone
\nSur le marbre ou l\u2019airain on inscrive nos noms ;
\nSoit que des simples fleurs que la beaut\u00e9 moissonne
\nL\u2019amour pare nos humbles fronts,
\nNous allons \u00e9chouer, tous, au m\u00eame rivage.
\nQu\u2019importe, au moment du naufrage,
\nSur un vaisseau fameux d\u2019avoir fendu les airs,
\nOu sur une barque l\u00e9g\u00e8re
\nD\u2019avoir, passager solitaire,
\nRas\u00e9 timidement le rivage des mers ?<\/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-10760","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-480","poems-book-nouvelles-meditations-poetiques","poete-alphonse-de-lamartine"],"yoast_head":"\n