La tristesse est r\u00eaveuse\u2026 et je r\u00eave souvent !
\nLa nature m\u2019y porte, on lui c\u00e8de sans peine :
\nJe r\u00eave au bruit si doux de l\u2019eau qui se prom\u00e8ne,
\nAu murmure du saule agit\u00e9 par le vent.
\nJ\u2019\u00e9coute !\u2026 un souvenir r\u00e9pond \u00e0 ma tristesse !
\nUn autre souvenir s\u2019\u00e9veille dans mon c\u0153ur :
\nChaque objet me p\u00e9n\u00e8tre, et r\u00e9pand sa couleur
\nSur le sentiment qui m\u2019oppresse.
\nAinsi le nuage s\u2019enfuit,
\nPress\u00e9 par un autre nuage :
\nAinsi le flot fuit le rivage,
\nC\u00e9dant au flot qui le poursuit.<\/p>\n
J\u2019ai vu languir, au fond de la vall\u00e9e,
\nUn jeune arbuste oubli\u00e9 du bonheur ;
\nL\u2019Aurore se levait sans \u00e9clairer sa fleur ;
\nEt pour lui la nature \u00e9tait sombre et voil\u00e9e ;
\nSes printemps ignor\u00e9s s\u2019\u00e9coulaient dans la nuit ;
\nL\u2019Amour jamais d\u2019une fra\u00eeche guirlande
\n\u00c0 ses rameaux n\u2019avait laiss\u00e9 l\u2019offrande :
\nIl fait froid aux lieux qu\u2019Amour fuit !
\nL\u2019ombre humide \u00e9teignait sa force languissante ;
\nSon front pour s\u2019\u00e9lever faisait un vain effort ;
\nUn \u00e9ternel hiver, une eau triste et dormante
\nJusque dans sa racine allait porter la mort.
\n\u00ab H\u00e9las ! faut-il mourir sans conna\u00eetre la vie !
\n(Disait le jeune arbuste en courbant ses rameaux)
\n\u00ab Je n\u2019atteindrai jamais de ces arbres si beaux
\n\u00ab La couronne verte et fleurie !
\n\u00ab Ils dominent au loin sur les champs d\u2019alentour ;
\n\u00ab On dit que le soleil dore leur beau feuillage ;
\n\u00ab Et moi, sous leur imp\u00e9n\u00e9trable ombrage,
\n\u00ab Je devine \u00e0 peine le jour !
\n\u00ab Vall\u00e9e o\u00f9 je me meurs, votre triste influence
\n\u00ab A pr\u00e9par\u00e9 ma chute aupr\u00e8s de ma naissance !
\n\u00ab Bient\u00f4t, h\u00e9las ! je ne dois plus g\u00e9mir !
\n\u00ab D\u00e9j\u00e0 ma feuille a cess\u00e9 de fr\u00e9mir !\u2026
\n\u00ab Je meurs ! je meurs ! \u00bb Ce douloureux murmure
\nToucha le Dieu protecteur du vallon.
\nC\u2019\u00e9tait le temps o\u00f9 le noir Aquilon
\nLaisse, en fuyant, respirer la nature.
\n\u00ab Non ! dit le Dieu : qu\u2019un souffle de chaleur
\n\u00ab P\u00e9n\u00e8tre au sein de ta tige glac\u00e9e !
\n\u00ab Ta vie heureuse est enfin commenc\u00e9e ;
\n\u00ab Rel\u00e8ve-toi, j\u2019ai ranim\u00e9 ta fleur.
\n\u00ab Je te consacre aux nymphes des bocages ;
\n\u00ab \u00c0 mes lauriers tes rameaux vont s\u2019unir ;
\n\u00ab Et j\u2019irai quelque jour sous leurs jeunes ombrages
\n\u00ab Chercher un souvenir. \u00bb<\/p>\n
L\u2019Arbrisseau, faible encor, tressaillit d\u2019esp\u00e9rance.
\nDans le pressentiment il go\u00fbta l\u2019existence :
\nComme l\u2019aveugle-n\u00e9, saisi d\u2019un doux transport,
\nVoit fuir sa longue nuit, image de la mort,
\nQuand une main divine entr\u2019ouvre sa paupi\u00e8re,
\nEt conduit \u00e0 son \u00e2me un rayon de lumi\u00e8re :
\nL\u2019air qu\u2019il respire alors est un bienfait nouveau ;
\nIl est plus pur ! il vient d\u2019un ciel si beau !<\/p>\n
Humbles fleurs, modeste verdure,
\nDu Dieu qui vous fit na\u00eetre entourez les autels.
\nDe l\u2019arbuste offrez-lui la premi\u00e8re parure :
\nLes plus simples parfums plaisent aux Immortels.<\/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":[238],"poete":[208],"class_list":["post-11748","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-545","poems-book-poesies-desbordes-valmore","poemes-theme-tristesse","poete-marceline-desbordes-valmore"],"yoast_head":"\n