Si l\u2019enfant sommeille,
\nIl verra l\u2019abeille,
\nQuand elle aura fait son miel,
\nDanser entre terre et ciel.<\/p>\n
Si l\u2019enfant repose,
\nUn ange tout rose,
\nQue la nuit seule on peut voir,
\nViendra lui dire : \u00ab Bon soir. \u00bb<\/p>\n
Si l\u2019enfant est sage,
\nSur son doux visage,
\nLa vierge se penchera,
\nEt long-temps lui parlera.<\/p>\n
Si mon enfant m\u2019aime,
\nDieu dira lui-m\u00eame :
\nJ\u2019aime cet enfant qui dort ;
\nQu\u2019on lui porte un r\u00eave d\u2019or.<\/p>\n
Fermez ses paupi\u00e8res,
\nEt sur ses pri\u00e8res,
\nDe mes jardins pleins de fleurs,
\nFaites glisser les couleurs.<\/p>\n
Ourlez-lui des langes,
\nAvec vos doigts d\u2019anges,
\nEt laissez sur son chevet,
\nPleuvoir votre blanc duvet.<\/p>\n
Mettez-lui des ailes
\nComme aux tourterelles,
\nPour venir dans mon soleil,
\nDanser jusqu\u2019\u00e0 son r\u00e9veil !<\/p>\n
Qu\u2019il fasse un voyage,
\nAux bras d\u2019un nuage,
\nEt laissez-le, s\u2019il lui pla\u00eet,
\nBoire \u00e0 mes ruisseaux de lait !<\/p>\n
Donnez-lui la chambre
\nDe perles et d\u2019ambre,
\nEt qu\u2019il partage en dormant,
\nNos g\u00e2teaux de diamans !<\/p>\n
Brodez-lui des voiles,
\nAvec mes \u00e9toiles,
\nPour qu\u2019il navigue en bateau,
\nSur mon lac d\u2019azur et d\u2019eau !<\/p>\n
Que la lune \u00e9claire,
\nL\u2019eau pour lui plus claire,
\nEt qu\u2019il prenne au lac changeant,
\nMes plus fins poissons d\u2019argent !<\/p>\n
Mais je veux qu\u2019il dorme,
\nEt qu\u2019il se conforme,
\nAu silence des oiseaux,
\nDans leurs maisons de roseaux !<\/p>\n
Car si l\u2019enfant pleure,
\nOn entendra l\u2019heure,
\nTinter partout qu\u2019un enfant,
\nA fait ce que Dieu d\u00e9fend !<\/p>\n
L\u2019\u00e9cho de la rue,
\nAu bruit accourue,
\nQuand l\u2019heure aura soupir\u00e9,
\nDira : l\u2019enfant a pleur\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
Et sa tendre m\u00e8re,
\nDans sa nuit am\u00e8re,
\nPour son ingrat nourrisson,
\nNe saura plus de chanson !<\/p>\n
S\u2019il br\u00e2me, s\u2019il crie,
\nPar l\u2019aube en furie,
\nCe cher agneau r\u00e9volt\u00e9,
\nSera peut-\u00eatre emport\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
Un si petit \u00eatre,
\nPar le toit, peut-\u00eatre,
\nTout en criant, s\u2019en ira,
\nEt jamais ne reviendra !<\/p>\n
Qu\u2019il r\u00f4de en ce monde,
\nSans qu\u2019on lui r\u00e9ponde ;
\nJamais l\u2019enfant que je dis,
\nNe verra mon paradis !<\/p>\n
Oui ! mais s\u2019il est sage,
\nSur son doux visage,
\nLa vierge se penchera,
\nEt long-temps lui parlera !<\/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":[535],"poems-book":[541],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[208],"class_list":["post-11565","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-535","poems-book-pauvres-fleurs","poete-marceline-desbordes-valmore"],"yoast_head":"\n