\u00d4 fleur du sol natal ! \u00f4 verdure sauvage !
\nPar quelle main cach\u00e9e arrives-tu vers moi ?
\n\u00d4 mon pays ! quelle ame aimante, \u00e0 ton rivage,
\nA compris qu\u2019une fleur me parlerait de toi ?
\nQuel charme m\u2019environne, et quel dieu rompt ma cha\u00eene ?
\nLa vie est libre encor\u2026 je lui pardonne tout !
\nSol natal ! sol natal ! dans la suave haleine,
\nDans tes parfums, la vie a comme un autre go\u00fbt.
\nVoil\u00e0 le souvenir au p\u00e9n\u00e9trant silence ;
\nSans philtre, sans breuvage, il endort la douleur :
\nSur mes jours fatigu\u00e9s son aile se balance ;
\n\ufeffC\u2019est une halte du malheur.<\/p>\n
Le voil\u00e0 ce beau lac dont l\u2019eau n\u2019est point am\u00e8re ;
\nMa nacelle dormeuse y flotte seule en paix !
\nLe voil\u00e0 le doux chaume o\u00f9 m\u2019enfanta ma m\u00e8re,
\nO\u00f9, cach\u00e9e au malheur, je ne pleurai jamais !
\nCette jeune Albertine, \u00e0 nos foyers rest\u00e9e,
\nCe lilas embaum\u00e9 que je croyais perdu,
\n\u00d4 fleur, sauvage fleur de ma rive enchant\u00e9e,
\nTransfuge de nos bois, tu m\u2019as donc tout rendu !
\nDes arbres qui r\u00e9gnaient le long de nos rivages
\nTu m\u2019apportes le bruit\u2026 il rafra\u00eechit mon sort:
\nUne colombe y pleure ; et ces profonds ombrages,
\nPar toi, si puissamment me prot\u00e9gent encor,
\n\ufeffQue les vents balancent leur fa\u00eete,
\n\ufeffRoulant devant eux la temp\u00eate,
\n\ufeffL\u2019\u00e9clair, l\u2019ouragan, la terreur,
\nEt laissent \u00e0 mes pieds le calme et la fra\u00eecheur.
\n\ufeffEmporte-moi, souffle errant, doux g\u00e9nie,
\n\ufeffSur mon rempart tant chant\u00e9, tant aim\u00e9 ;
\n\ufeffEt que ma cendre un jour soit r\u00e9unie
\n\ufeff\u00c0 l\u2019humble terre o\u00f9 mon c\u0153ur s\u2019est form\u00e9 !
\n\ufeffAux uns de l\u2019or\u2026 \u00e0 moi des fleurs suaves :
\n\ufeffOh ! dans les fleurs pr\u00e9cipite mes pas !
\n\ufeffJ\u2019en vois languir sur des rives esclaves,
\n\ufeffMais ma fiert\u00e9 ne s\u2019en couronne pas.<\/p>\n
Qu\u2019il est frais, qu\u2019il est doux l\u2019air de l\u2019ind\u00e9pendance
\nAu c\u0153ur \u00e9panoui sur un sol libre et pur !
\n\u00d4 mon pays ! ton nom, qui m\u2019offre un ciel d\u2019azur,
\nRend \u00e0 mes traits souffrans le rire de l\u2019enfance.
\nNomme encore mon pays, r\u00eave aux accens d\u2019amour ;
\nJette sur mon sommeil les fleurs de ma vall\u00e9e ;
\n\ufeffQue, dans ce miroir consol\u00e9e,
\nJe r\u00e9chauffe ma vie au reflet d\u2019un beau jour !
\nSur l\u2019invisible ami qui devina mon ame,
\nDieu ! versez les tr\u00e9sors qui germent dans vos mains !
\nLiez ses jours heureux \u00e0 d\u2019heureux lendemains,
\nEt de soie et de fleurs formez leur longue trame !
\nQue pour lui, pour lui seul, l\u2019amour soit sans regret !
\nCiel ! au nom de la fleur qu\u2019il me jeta vermeille,
\nQu\u2019un bonheur assidu chaque jour le r\u00e9veille,
\n\ufeffEt lui confie un doux secret !<\/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":[533],"poems-book":[550],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[208],"class_list":["post-11857","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-533","poems-book-poesies-desbordes-valmore","poete-marceline-desbordes-valmore"],"yoast_head":"\n