H\u00e9las ! que voulez-vous de moi,
\n\ufeffLettres d\u2019amour, plaintes myst\u00e9rieuses ?
\nVous dont j\u2019ai repouss\u00e9 long-temps avec effroi
\n\ufeffLes pri\u00e8res silencieuses.
\nVous m\u2019appelez\u2026 je r\u00eave, et je cherche, en tremblant,
\nSur mon c\u0153ur, une clef qui jamais ne s\u2019\u00e9gare :
\nD\u2019un \u00e9clair l\u2019intervalle \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent nous s\u00e9pare ;
\n\ufeffMais cet intervalle est br\u00fblant !<\/p>\n
Je n\u2019ose respirer ! triste sans amertume,
\nAu pass\u00e9, malgr\u00e9 moi, je me sens r\u00e9unir :
\nLas d\u2019oppresser mon sein, l\u2019ennui qui me consume
\n\ufeffVa m\u2019attendre dans l\u2019avenir.
\nJe c\u00e8de, prends sa place, \u00f4 d\u00e9lirante joie !
\nLaisse fuir la douleur, cache-moi l\u2019horizon :
\n\ufeffElle t\u2019abandonne sa proie,
\n\ufeffJe t\u2019abandonne ma raison !
\nOui, du bonheur vers moi l\u2019ombre se pr\u00e9cipite :
\nDe ce pupitre ouvert l\u2019Amour s\u2019\u00e9chappe encor.
\n\ufeffO\u00f9 va mon \u00e2me ?\u2026 elle me quitte ;
\nPlus prompte que ma vue, elle atteint son tr\u00e9sor !
\nIl est l\u00e0\u2026 toujours l\u00e0, sous vos feuilles ch\u00e9ries,
\n\ufeffFr\u00eales garans d\u2019une \u00e9ternelle ardeur !
\nUnique enchantement des tristes r\u00eaveries
\n\ufeffO\u00f9 m\u2019\u00e9gare mon c\u0153ur !
\n\ufeffDe sa pens\u00e9e \u00e9chos fid\u00e8les,
\n\ufeffDe ses v\u0153ux discrets monumens,
\nL\u2019Amour, qui l\u2019inspirait, a d\u00e9pouill\u00e9 ses ailes
\n\ufeffPour tracer vos tendres sermens.
\nSoulagement d\u2019un c\u0153ur, et d\u00e9lices de l\u2019autre,
\nIng\u00e9nieux langage et muet entretien !
\nL\u2019empire de l\u2019absence est d\u00e9truit par le v\u00f4tre ;
\nJe vous lis, mon regard est fix\u00e9 sur le sien !
\nNe renfermez-vous pas la promesse ador\u00e9e
\nQu\u2019il n\u2019aimera que moi\u2026 qu\u2019il aimera toujours ?
\n\ufeffCette fleur qu\u2019il a respir\u00e9e,
\n\ufeffCe ruban qu\u2019il porta deux jours\u2026
\nComme la volupt\u00e9, que j\u2019ai connue \u00e0 peine,
\nLa fleur exhale encore un parfum ravissant ;
\n\ufeffN\u2019est-ce pas sa br\u00fblante haleine ?
\nN\u2019est-ce pas de son \u00e2me un souffle caressant ?
\nDu ruban qu\u2019il m\u2019offrit que la couleur est belle !
\n\ufeffLe ciel n\u2019a pas un bleu plus pur ;
\n\ufeffNon, des cieux le voile d\u2019azur
\n\ufeffNe me charmerait pas comme elle !<\/p>\n
Qu\u2019ai-je lu ?\u2026 Le voil\u00e0 son \u00e9ternel adieu ;
\nJe touchais au bonheur, il m\u2019en a repouss\u00e9e ;
\nEn appelant l\u2019espoir, ma langue s\u2019est glac\u00e9e ;
\nEt ma froide compagne est rentr\u00e9e en ce lieu !
\n\u00d4 constante douleur ! sombre comme la haine,
\n\ufeffVous voil\u00e0 de retour !
\nPrenez votre victime, et rendez-lui sa cha\u00eene ;
\nMoi, je vous rends un c\u0153ur encor tremblant d\u2019amour !<\/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":[],"poete":[208],"class_list":["post-11727","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-545","poems-book-poesies-desbordes-valmore","poete-marceline-desbordes-valmore"],"yoast_head":"\n