Suivi du Suicide impie,
\nA travers les p\u00e2les cit\u00e9s,
\nLe Malheur r\u00f4de, il nous \u00e9pie,
\nPr\u00e9s de nos seuils \u00e9pouvant\u00e9s.
\nAlors il demande sa proie ;
\nLa jeunesse, au sein de la joie,
\nL\u2019entend, soupire et se fl\u00e9trit ;
\nComme au temps o\u00f9 la feuille tombe,
\nLe vieillard descend dans la tombe,
\nPriv\u00e9 du feu qui le nourrit.<\/p>\n
O\u00f9 fuir ? Sur le seuil de ma porte
\nLe Malheur, un jour, s\u2019est assis ;
\nEt depuis ce jour je l\u2019emporte
\nA travers mes jours obscurcis.
\nAu soleil et dans les t\u00e9n\u00e8bres,
\nEn tous lieux ses ailes fun\u00e8bres
\nMe couvrent comme un noir manteau ;
\nDe mes douleurs ses bras avides
\nM\u2019enlacent ; et ses mains livides
\nSur mon c\u0153ur tiennent le couteau.<\/p>\n
J\u2019ai jet\u00e9 ma vie aux d\u00e9lices,
\nJe souris \u00e0 la volupt\u00e9 ;
\nEt les insens\u00e9s, mes complices
\nAdmirent ma f\u00e9licit\u00e9.
\nMoi-m\u00eame, cr\u00e9dule \u00e0 ma joie,
\nJ\u2019enivre mon c\u0153ur, je me noie
\nAux torrents d\u2019un riant orgueil ;
\nMais le Malheur devant ma face
\nA pass\u00e9 : le rire s\u2019efface,
\nEt mon front a repris son deuil.<\/p>\n
En vain je redemande aux f\u00eates
\nLeurs premiers \u00e9blouissements,
\nDe mon c\u0153ur les molles d\u00e9faites
\nEt les vagues enchantements :
\nLe spectre se m\u00eale \u00e0 la danse ;
\nRetombant avec la cadence,
\nIl tache le sol de ses pleurs,
\nEt de mes yeux trompant l\u2019attente,
\nPasse sa t\u00eate d\u00e9go\u00fbtante
\nParmi des fronts orn\u00e9s de fleurs.<\/p>\n
Il me parle dans le silence,
\nEt mes nuits entendent sa voix ;
\nDans les arbres il se balance
\nQuand je cherche la paix des bois.
\nPr\u00e8s de mon oreille il soupire ;
\nOn dirait qu\u2019un mortel expire :
\nMon c\u0153ur se serre \u00e9pouvant\u00e9.
\nVers les astres mon \u0153il se l\u00e8ve,
\nMais il y voit pendre le glaive
\nDe l\u2019antique fatalit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Sur mes mains ma t\u00eate pench\u00e9e
\nCroit trouver l\u2019innocent sommeil.
\nMais, h\u00e9las ! elle m\u2019est cach\u00e9e,
\nSa fleur au calice vermeil.
\nPour toujours elle m\u2019est ravie,
\nLa douce absence de la vie ;
\nCe bain qui rafra\u00eechit les jours ;
\nCette mort de l\u2019\u00e2me afflig\u00e9e,
\nChaque nuit \u00e0 tous partag\u00e9e,
\nLe sommeil m\u2019a fui pour toujours<\/p>\n
Ah ! puisqu\u2019une \u00e9ternelle veille
\nBr\u00fble mes yeux toujours ouverts,
\nViens, \u00f4 Gloire ! ai-je dit ; r\u00e9veille
\nMa sombre vie au bruit des vers.
\nFais qu\u2019au moins mon pied p\u00e9rissable
\nLaisse une empreinte sur le sable.
\nLa Gloire a dit : \u00ab Fils de douleur,
\n\u00ab O\u00f9 veux-tu que je te conduise ?
\n\u00ab Tremble ; si je t\u2019immortalise,
\n\u00ab J\u2019immortalise le Malheur. \u00bb<\/p>\n
Malheur ! oh ! quel jour favorable
\nDe ta rage sera vainqueur ?
\nQuelle main forte et secourable
\nPourra t\u2019arracher de mon c\u0153ur,
\nEt dans cette fournaise ardente,
\nPour moi noblement imprudente,
\nN\u2019h\u00e9sitant pas \u00e0 se plonger,
\nOsera chercher dans la flamme,
\nAvec force y saisir mon \u00e2me,
\nEt l\u2019emporter loin du danger ?<\/p>\n
\u00c9crit en 1820.<\/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":[521],"poems-book":[590],"poemes-theme":[376],"poete":[610],"class_list":["post-12650","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-521","poems-book-poemes-antiques-et-modernes","poemes-theme-malheur","poete-alfred-de-vigny"],"yoast_head":"\n