Que ces vieux royaumes des ombres,
\nCes grands bois, ces noires for\u00eats,
\nCachent de charmes et d’attraits
\nDessous leurs feuillages si sombres !
\nC’est dans ce tranquille s\u00e9jour
\nQue l’on voit r\u00e9gner nuit et jour
\n La paix et le silence ;
\nC’est l\u00e0 qu’on dit que nos a\u00efeux,
\n Au si\u00e8cle d’innocence,
\nGo\u00fbtaient les d\u00e9lices des cieux.<\/p>\n
C’est l\u00e0 que cent longues all\u00e9es
\nD’arbres toujours riches et verts,
\nSe font voir en cent lieux divers,
\nDroites, penchantes, \u00e9toil\u00e9es.
\nJe vois mille troncs sourcilleux
\n De leurs vo\u00fbtes tremblantes :
\nEt l’on dirait que le saphir
\n De deux portes brillantes
\nFerme ces vrais lieux de plaisir.<\/p>\n
C’est sous ces \u00e9paisses feuill\u00e9es
\nQue l’on voit les petits oiseaux,
\nCes chantres si doux et si beaux,
\nErrer en troupes \u00e9maill\u00e9es ;
\nC’est l\u00e0 que ces h\u00f4tes pieux,
\nPar leurs concerts harmonieux
\n Enchantent les oreilles,
\nEt qu’ils c\u00e9l\u00e8brent sans souci
\n Les charmantes merveilles
\nDe ces lieux qu’ils ornent aussi.<\/p>\n
L\u00e0, d’une admirable structure,
\nOn les voit suspendre ces nids,
\nCes cabinets si bien b\u00e2tis,
\nDont l’art \u00e9tonne la nature ;
\nL\u00e0, parfois, l’un sur son rameau
\nEntra\u00eene le petit fardeau
\n D’une paille volante ;
\nL’autre console, en tr\u00e9moussant,
\n Sa famille dolente,
\nDe quelque butin ravissant.<\/p>\n
L\u00e0, l’on voit la biche l\u00e9g\u00e8re,
\nLoin du sanguinaire aboyeur,
\nFouler, sans crainte et sans frayeur,
\nLe tendre \u00e9mail de la foug\u00e8re.
\nL\u00e0, le chevreuil, champ\u00eatre et doux,
\nBondit aussi dessus le houx
\n En courses incertaines ;
\nL\u00e0, les cerfs, ces arbres vivants,
\n De leurs bandes hautaines,
\nFont cent autres grands bois mouvants.<\/p>\n
C’est l\u00e0 qu’avec de doux murmures
\nL’on entend les petits Z\u00e9phyrs,
\nDe qui les tranquilles soupirs
\nCharment les peines les plus dures.
\nC’est l\u00e0 qu’on les voit tour \u00e0 tour
\nVenir baiser avec amour
\n La feuille tremblante ;
\nL\u00e0, pour joindre aux chants des oiseaux
\n Leur musique \u00e9clatante,
\nIls concertent sur les rameaux.<\/p>\n
L\u00e0, cette chaleur violente
\nQui, dans les champs et les vallons,
\nBr\u00fble les avides sillons,
\nSe fait voir moins fi\u00e8re et plus lente.
\nL’\u0153il du monde voit \u00e0 regret
\nQu’il ne peut percer le secret
\n De ces lieux pleins de charmes :
\nPlus il y lance de clart\u00e9s,
\n Plus il leur donne d’armes
\nContre ses br\u00fblantes beaut\u00e9s.<\/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":[577],"poems-book":[573],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[578],"class_list":["post-12254","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-577","poems-book-le-paysage","poete-jean-racine"],"yoast_head":"\n