Un ami me parlait et me regardait vivre.
\nAlors, c\u2019\u00e9tait mourir\u2026 Mon jeune \u00e2ge \u00e9tait ivre
\nDe l\u2019orage enferm\u00e9 dont la foudre est au c\u0153ur :
\nEt cet ami riait, car il \u00e9tait moqueur.<\/p>\n
Il n\u2019avait pas d\u2019aimer la funeste science.
\nSon seul orage \u00e0 lui c\u2019\u00e9tait l\u2019impatience.
\nL\u00e9ger comme l\u2019oiseau qui siffle avant d\u2019aimer,
\nDisant : \u00ab Tout feu s\u2019\u00e9teint, puisqu\u2019il peut s\u2019allumer ; \u00bb
\nPlein de chants, plein d\u2019audace et d\u2019orgueil sans alarme,
\nIl e\u00fbt mis tout un jour \u00e0 comprendre une larme.
\nDe nos printemps \u00e9gaux lui seul portait les fleurs ;
\nJ\u2019\u00e9tais d\u00e9j\u00e0 l\u2019a\u00een\u00e9e, h\u00e9las ! par bien des pleurs.<\/p>\n
D\u00e9corant sa piti\u00e9 d\u2019une gr\u00e2ce insolente,
\nIl disputait, joyeux, avec ma voix tremblante ;
\n\u00c0 ses doutes railleurs je r\u00e9pondais trop bas\u2026.
\nProuve-t-on que l\u2019on souffre \u00e0 qui ne souffre pas ?<\/p>\n
Soudain, presque en col\u00e8re, il m\u2019appela m\u00e9chante,
\nDe tromper la saison o\u00f9 l\u2019on joue, o\u00f9 l\u2019on chante :
\n\u00ab Venez, sortez, courez o\u00f9 sonne le plaisir !
\nPourquoi restez-vous l\u00e0 navrant votre loisir ?
\nPourquoi d\u00e9ifier vos immobiles peines ?
\nVenez, la vie est belle, et ses coupes sont pleines !\u2026
\nNon ? Vous voulez pleurer ? Soit ! J\u2019ai fait mon devoir ;
\nAdieu ! \u2014 Quand vous rirez, je reviendrai vous voir. \u00bb<\/p>\n
Et je le vis s\u2019enfuir comme l\u2019oiseau s\u2019envole ;
\nEt je pleurai longtemps au bruit de sa parole ;
\nMais quoi ? la f\u00eate en lui chantait si haut alors
\nQu\u2019il n\u2019entendait que ceux qui dansaient au dehors.<\/p>\n
Tout change. Un an s\u2019\u00e9coule, il revient\u2026 Qu\u2019il est p\u00e2le !
\nSur son front, quelle flamme a souffl\u00e9 tant de h\u00e2le ?
\nComme il accourt tremblant ! Comme il serre ma main !
\nComme ses yeux sont noirs ! Quel d\u00e9mon en chemin
\nL\u2019a saisi ? C\u2019est qu\u2019il aime ; il a trouv\u00e9 son \u00e2me.
\nIl ne me dira plus : \u00ab Que c\u2019est l\u00e2che une femme ! \u00bb
\nTriste, il m\u2019a demand\u00e9 : \u00ab C\u2019est donc l\u00e0 votre enfer ?
\nEt je riais\u2026 Grand Dieu ! vous avez bien souffert ! \u00bb<\/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":[209],"poems-book":[210],"poemes-theme":[333],"poete":[208],"class_list":["post-11371","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-209","poems-book-poesies-inedites","poemes-theme-amitie","poete-marceline-desbordes-valmore"],"yoast_head":"\n