I<\/p>\n
Toi qui r\u00e9pandis tant de gloire
\nSur les vivans et sur les morts,
\nPhare \u00e9clatant de la victoire,
\nQui long-temps br\u00fblas sur nos bords,
\nAux feux de ta vive lumi\u00e8re,
\nL\u2019homme se rendait immortel !
\nPourquoi retomber sur la terre
\nQuand ton s\u00e9jour \u00e9tait le ciel ?<\/p>\n
II<\/p>\n
Des h\u00e9ros morts les nobles \u00e2mes
\nFormaient ta c\u00e9leste clart\u00e9 ;
\nAu sein de tes rayons de flammes
\n\u00c9tincelait l\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9 :
\nFatal \u00e0 l\u2019orgueil des royaumes,
\nTon m\u00e9t\u00e9ore audacieux,
\nAux regards effray\u00e9s des hommes,
\nParut comme un volcan des cieux !<\/p>\n
III<\/p>\n
Le sang que tu faisais r\u00e9pandre
\nAux jours terribles des combats,
\nRoulait sur la fun\u00e8bre cendre
\nDes cit\u00e9s que tu d\u00e9voras :
\nPartout o\u00f9 surgit ta lumi\u00e8re,
\nLe sol en ses flancs palpita,
\nLe soleil quitta l\u2019h\u00e9misph\u00e8re,
\nEt long-tems la foudre \u00e9clata.<\/p>\n
IV<\/p>\n
Messager de ta course ardente,
\nUn arc-en-ciel te pr\u00e9c\u00e9dait ;
\nToujours son \u00e9charpe \u00e9clatante
\nDe trois couleurs se composait :
\nElles n\u2019ont point \u00e9t\u00e9 ternies
\nPar l\u2019Envie au souffle empest\u00e9 ;
\nCar elles brillaient r\u00e9unies,
\nSous la main de la Libert\u00e9.<\/p>\n
V<\/p>\n
La premi\u00e8re \u00e9tait emprunt\u00e9e
\n\u00c0 l\u2019\u00e9clat des c\u00e9lestes feux ;
\nUne autre \u00e0 la lune argent\u00e9e ;
\nLa troisi\u00e8me \u00e0 l\u2019azur des cieux :
\nNobles couleurs !\u2026 c\u00e9leste embl\u00e8me !\u2026
\nQui souvent aux yeux des mortels
\nPara\u00eet, comme un songe qu\u2019on aime,
\nEt qui vient des lieux \u00e9ternels !<\/p>\n
VI<\/p>\n
Astre pur ! \u00e9toile des braves !
\nTu tombas au jour des revers ;
\nEt bient\u00f4t des peuples esclaves,
\nLa cha\u00eene enceindra l\u2019univers ;
\nCar, depuis ta chute profonde,
\nNotre vie est un poids impur,
\nEt le destin promis au monde,
\nP\u00e2lit dans un lointain obscur.<\/p>\n
VII<\/p>\n
La libert\u00e9, loin des esclaves,
\nS\u2019assied sur de nobles tombeaux ;
\nLe tr\u00e9pas est grand pour les braves
\nQui succombent sous ses drapeaux.
\nLibert\u00e9 ! dans nos jours moins sombres,
\nPuissions-nous voir briller la loi\u2026.
\nOu rejoindre les nobles ombres
\nDes guerriers qui sont morts pour toi !<\/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":[521],"poems-book":[497],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[517],"class_list":["post-11188","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-521","poems-book-elegies-nationales-et-satires-politiques","poete-gerard-de-nerval"],"yoast_head":"\n