\u00d4 de qui la vive course
\nPrend sa bienheureuse source,
\nD’une argentine fontaine,
\nQui d’une fuite lointaine,
\nTe rends au sein fluctueux
\nDe l’Oc\u00e9an monstrueux,
\nLoire, hausse ton chef ores
\nBien haut, et bien haut encores,
\nEt jette ton oeil divin
\nSur ce pays Angevin,
\nLe plus heureux et fertile,
\nQu’autre o\u00f9 ton onde distille.
\nBien d’autres Dieux que toi, P\u00e8re,
\nDaignent aimer ce repaire,
\nA qui le Ciel fut donneur
\nDe toute gr\u00e2ce et bonheur.
\nC\u00e9r\u00e8s, lorsque vagabonde
\nAllait qu\u00e9rant par le monde
\nSa fille, dont possesseur
\nFut l’infernal ravisseur,
\nDe ses pas sacr\u00e9s toucha
\nCette terre, et se coucha
\nLasse sur ton vert rivage,
\nQui lui donna doux breuvage.
\nEt celui-l\u00e0, qui pour m\u00e8re
\nEut la cuisse de son p\u00e8re,
\nLe Dieu des Indes vainqueur
\nArrosa de sa liqueur
\nLes monts, les vaux et campaignes
\nDe ce terroir que tu baignes.
\nRegarde, mon Fleuve, aussi
\nDedans ces for\u00eats ici,
\nQui leurs chevelures vives
\nHaussent autour de tes rives,
\nLes faunes aux pieds soudains,
\nQui apr\u00e8s biches et daims,
\nEt cerfs aux t\u00eates ram\u00e9es
\nOnt leurs forces anim\u00e9es.
\nRegarde tes Nymphes belles
\nA ces Demi-dieux rebelles,
\nQui \u00e0 grand’course les suivent,
\nEt si pr\u00e8s d’elles arrivent,
\nQu’elles sentent bien souvent
\nDe leurs haleines le vent.
\nJe vois d\u00e9j\u00e0 hors d’haleine
\nLes pauvrettes, qui \u00e0 peine
\nPourront atteindre ton cours,
\nSi tu ne leur fais secours.
\nCombien (pour les secourir)
\nDe fois t’a-t-on vu courir
\nTout furieux en la plaine?
\nTrompant l’espoir et la peine
\nDe l’avare laboureur,
\nH\u00e9las! qui n’eut point d’horreur
\nBlesser du soc sacril\u00e8ge
\nDe tes Nymphes le coll\u00e8ge,
\nColl\u00e8ge qui se r\u00e9cr\u00e9e
\nDessus ta rive sacr\u00e9e.
\nQui voudra donc loue et chante
\nTout ce dont l’Inde se vante,
\nSicile la fabuleuse,
\nOu bien l’Arabie Heureuse.
\nQuant \u00e0 moi, tant que ma Lyre
\nVoudra les chansons \u00e9lire
\nQue je lui commanderai,
\nMon Anjou je chanterai.
\n\u00d4 mon Fleuve paternel,
\nQuand le dormir \u00e9ternel
\nFera tomber \u00e0 l’envers
\nCelui qui chante ces vers,
\nEt que par les bras amis
\nMon corps bien pr\u00e8s sera mis
\nDe quelque fontaine vive,
\nNon gu\u00e8re loin de ta rive,
\nAu moins sur ma froide cendre
\nFais quelques larmes descendre,
\nEt sonne mon bruit fameux
\nA ton rivage \u00e9cumeux.
\nN’oublie le nom de celle
\nQui toutes beaut\u00e9s excelle,
\nEt ce qu’ai pour elle aussi
\nChant\u00e9 sur ce bord ici.<\/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":[524],"poems-book":[528],"poemes-theme":[330,149],"poete":[516],"class_list":["post-11088","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-524","poems-book-vers-lyriques","poemes-theme-mort","poemes-theme-nature","poete-joachim-du-bellay"],"yoast_head":"\n