Il \u00e9tait dans le monde une goutte d\u2019eau pure,
\n\ufeffTr\u00e9sor secret de la nature,
\n\ufeffCach\u00e9e en un sable brillant,
\nSous un ciel toujours calme et toujours bienveillant.<\/p>\n
\ufeffSur la rive silencieuse,
\nUne pauvre exil\u00e9e \u00e9tait venue un jour ;
\n\ufeffL\u00e0, sa douleur myst\u00e9rieuse
\nExpia lentement le crime de l\u2019amour,
\nCar l\u2019amour est souvent un crime sur la terre :
\nDieu seul sait la cl\u00e9mence, il le faut implorer.
\nChez les hommes, tout pr\u00eats peut-\u00eatre \u00e0 s\u2019\u00e9garer,
\nDieu seul eut un pardon pour la femme adult\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
L\u2019autre femme avait fui. Nul n\u2019entendit sa voix :
\nOn dit qu\u2019elle \u00e9tait morne, inqui\u00e8te, honteuse,
\nEt que l\u2019avide \u00e9cho, l\u2019immortelle \u00e9couteuse,
\n\ufeffNe put la trahir une fois.
\n\ufeffQue son secret dorme comme elle ;
\nCoupable elle a pass\u00e9, ses juges ne sont plus ;
\nEt peut-\u00eatre celui qui la fit criminelle,
\nEn garda-t-il \u00e0 peine un souvenir confus.<\/p>\n
\ufeffSon voile emport\u00e9 par l\u2019orage,
\nApprit \u00e0 l\u2019autre rive ou sa fuite, ou sa mort :
\nPersonne n\u2019accueillit ce t\u00e9moin du remord ;
\nPour plaindre le malheur il faut tant de courage !
\nSon c\u0153ur las de l\u2019exil dont il allait sortir,
\nOffrant au ciel sa crainte et ses tendres mis\u00e8res,
\n\ufeffFit tomber de ses yeux sinc\u00e8res
\n\ufeffUne larme de repentir :
\nC\u2019\u00e9tait la goutte d\u2019eau, re\u00e7ue \u00e0 sa naissance
\nPar l\u2019ange qui pr\u00e9side aux derni\u00e8res douleurs,
\n\ufeffEt couronne des m\u00eames fleurs
\n\ufeffLe repentir et l\u2019innocence.<\/p>\n
D\u2019un \u00e9clat inconnu cette eau brilla long-temps.
\nGard\u00e9e au sein des fleurs, teinte de leurs parures,
\nElle allait \u00eatre perle ; encor quelques instans,
\nUne larme effa\u00e7ait les perles les plus pures.
\nPourquoi dans les d\u00e9serts l\u2019homme va-t-il errer ?
\n\ufeffPourquoi son avide imprudence,
\n\ufeffAux secrets de la Providence,
\n\ufeffBr\u00fble-t-elle de p\u00e9n\u00e9trer ?
\nUn homme\u2026 le hasard devait-il l\u2019y conduire ?
\nErrant sur le rivage, un homme va d\u00e9truire
\n\ufeffL\u2019espoir du temps, l\u2019amour des cieux,
\nEt de l\u2019ange des pleurs le d\u00e9p\u00f4t pr\u00e9cieux.<\/p>\n
Le voyageur, au sein d\u2019un lotos qui s\u2019entr\u2019ouvre,
\nContemple en palpitant ce tr\u00e9sor qu\u2019il d\u00e9couvre ;
\nSes mains ont dispers\u00e9 les voiles superflus :
\nL\u2019ange effray\u00e9 s\u2019envole, et la perle n\u2019est plus !<\/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":[546],"poems-book":[549],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[208],"class_list":["post-11851","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-546","poems-book-elegies-et-poesies-nouvelles","poete-marceline-desbordes-valmore"],"yoast_head":"\n