Toi qui du jour mourant consoles la nature,
\nParais, flambeau des nuits, l\u00e8ve-toi dans les cieux ;
\n\u00c9tends autour de moi, sur la p\u00e2le verdure,
\nLes douteuses clart\u00e9s d\u2019un jour myst\u00e9rieux !
\nTous les infortun\u00e9s ch\u00e9rissent ta lumi\u00e8re ;
\nL\u2019\u00e9clat brillant du jour repousse leurs douleurs :
\nAux regards du soleil ils ferment leur paupi\u00e8re,
\nEt rouvrent devant toi leurs yeux noy\u00e9s de pleurs.<\/p>\n
Viens guider mes pas vers la tombe
\nO\u00f9 ton rayon s\u2019est abaiss\u00e9.
\nO\u00f9 chaque soir mon genou tombe
\nSur un saint nom presque effac\u00e9.
\nMais quoi ! la pierre le repousse !\u2026
\nJ\u2019entends\u2026 oui, des pas sur la mousse !
\nUn l\u00e9ger souffle a murmur\u00e9 ;
\nMon \u0153il se trouble, je chancelle.
\nNon, non, ce n\u2019est plus toi, c\u2019est elle
\nDont le regard m\u2019a p\u00e9n\u00e9tr\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Est-ce bien toi, toi qui t\u2019inclines
\nSur celui qui fut ton amant ?
\nParle : que tes l\u00e8vres divines
\nPrononcent un mot seulement ;
\nCe mot que murmurait ta bouche
\nQuand, planant sur ta sombre couche,
\nLa mort interrompit ta voix.
\nSa bouche commence\u2026 Ah ! j\u2019ach\u00e8ve :
\nOui, c\u2019est toi ; ce n\u2019est point un r\u00eave :
\nAnges du ciel, je la revois !\u2026<\/p>\n
Ainsi donc l\u2019ardente pri\u00e8re
\nPerce le ciel et les enfers ;
\nTon \u00e2me a franchi la barri\u00e8re
\nQui s\u00e9pare deux univers.
\nB\u00e9ni soit le Dieu qui l\u2019envoie !
\nSa gr\u00e2ce a permis que je voie
\nCe que mes yeux cherchaient toujours.
\nQue veux-tu ? faut-il que je meure ?
\nTiens, je te donne pour cette heure
\nToutes les heures de mes jours.<\/p>\n
Mais quoi ! sur ce rayon d\u00e9j\u00e0 l\u2019ombre s\u2019envole :
\nPour un si\u00e8cle de pleurs une seule parole !
\nEst-ce tout ?\u2026 c\u2019est assez ! Astre que j\u2019ai chant\u00e9,
\nJ\u2019en b\u00e9nirai toujours ta pieuse clart\u00e9,
\nSoit que dans nos climats, empire des orages,
\nComme un vaisseau voguant sur la mer des nuages,
\nTu perces rarement la triste obscurit\u00e9 ;
\nSoit que sous ce beau ciel, propice \u00e0 ta lumi\u00e8re,
\nDans un limpide azur poursuivant ta carri\u00e8re,
\nDes couleurs du matin tu dores les coteaux ;
\nOu que, te balan\u00e7ant sur une mer tranquille,
\nEt teignant de tes feux sa surface immobile,
\nTes rayons argent\u00e9s se brisent dans les eaux !<\/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":[371],"poete":[483],"class_list":["post-10772","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-480","poems-book-nouvelles-meditations-poetiques","poemes-theme-imaginaire","poete-alphonse-de-lamartine"],"yoast_head":"\n