Reprends de ce bouquet les trompeuses couleurs,
\n\ufeffCes lettres qui font mon supplice,
\n\ufeffCe portrait qui fut ton complice,
\nIl te ressemble, il rit, tout baign\u00e9 de mes pleurs.<\/p>\n
\ufeffJe te rends ce tr\u00e9sor funeste,
\n\ufeffCe froid t\u00e9moin de mon affreux ennui :
\n\ufeffTon souvenir br\u00fblant que je d\u00e9teste
\n\ufeffSera bient\u00f4t froid comme lui.
\n\ufeffOh ! reprends tout. Si ma main tremble encore,
\nC\u2019est que j\u2019ai cru le voir sous ces traits que j\u2019abhorre.
\nOui, j\u2019ai cru rencontrer le regard d\u2019un trompeur ;
\nCe fant\u00f4me a troubl\u00e9 mon courage timide.
\nCiel ! on peut donc mourir \u00e0 l\u2019aspect d\u2019un perfide,
\n\ufeffSi son ombre fait tant de peur !<\/p>\n
Comme ces feux errans dont le reflet \u00e9gare,
\nLa flamme de ses yeux a pass\u00e9 devant moi ;
\nJe rougis d\u2019oublier qu\u2019enfin tout nous s\u00e9pare ;
\n\ufeffMais je n\u2019en rougis que pour toi.
\nQue ces froids sentimens s\u2019expriment avec peine !
\nAmour, que je te hais de m\u2019apprendre la haine !
\n\u00c9loigne-toi, reprends ces trompeuses couleurs ;
\n\ufeffCes lettres qui font mon supplice,
\n\ufeffCe portrait qui fut ton complice,
\nIl te ressemble, il rit, tout baign\u00e9 de mes pleurs.<\/p>\n
Cache au moins ma col\u00e8re au cruel qui t\u2019envoie !
\nDis que j\u2019ai tout bris\u00e9, sans larmes, sans efforts !
\n\ufeffEn lui peignant mes douloureux transports,
\n\ufeffTu lui donnerais trop de joie.
\nReprends aussi, reprends les \u00e9crits dangereux,
\nO\u00f9, cachant sous des fleurs son premier artifice,
\nIl voulut essayer sa cruaut\u00e9 novice
\n\ufeffSur un c\u0153ur simple et malheureux.
\nQuand tu voudras encore \u00e9garer l\u2019innocence,
\n\ufeffQuand tu voudras voir br\u00fbler et languir,
\n\ufeffQuand tu voudras faire aimer et mourir,
\n\ufeffN\u2019emprunte pas d\u2019autre \u00e9loquence.
\nL\u2019art de s\u00e9duire est l\u00e0, comme il est dans son c\u0153ur !
\n\ufeffVa, tu n\u2019as plus besoin d\u2019\u00e9tude.
\nSois l\u00e9ger par penchant, ingrat par habitude ;
\nDonne la fi\u00e8vre, Amour, et garde ta froideur.
\n\ufeffNe change rien aux aveux pleins de charmes
\n\ufeffDont la magie entra\u00eene au d\u00e9sespoir :
\nTu peux de chaque mot calculer le pouvoir,
\nEt choisir ceux encore impr\u00e9gn\u00e9s de mes larmes.
\nIl n\u2019ose me r\u00e9pondre, il s\u2019envole\u2026 il est loin.
\nPuisse-t-il d\u2019un ingrat \u00e9terniser l\u2019absence !
\nIl faudrait par fiert\u00e9 sourire en sa pr\u00e9sence ;
\n\ufeffJ\u2019aime mieux mourir sans t\u00e9moin.<\/p>\n
Il ne reviendra plus, il sait que je l\u2019abborre.
\nJe l\u2019ai dit \u00e0 l\u2019Amour, qui d\u00e9j\u00e0 s\u2019est enfui.
\nS\u2019il osait revenir, je le dirais encore.
\nMais on approche, on parle\u2026 H\u00e9las ! ce n\u2019est pas lui !<\/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":[545],"poems-book":[550],"poemes-theme":[360,376,365,238],"poete":[208],"class_list":["post-11725","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-545","poems-book-poesies-desbordes-valmore","poemes-theme-haine","poemes-theme-malheur","poemes-theme-trahison","poemes-theme-tristesse","poete-marceline-desbordes-valmore"],"yoast_head":"\n