Dis-moi la main qui t\u2019enl\u00e8ve,
\n\u00d4 mon \u00e2me, et dans un r\u00eave
\nTe montre la v\u00e9rit\u00e9 !
\nD\u2019o\u00f9 vient qu\u2019un songe m\u2019emporte
\nJusques au seuil de la porte
\nQu\u2019entr\u2019ouvre l\u2019\u00c9ternit\u00e9
\nC\u2019est ici que l\u2019homme arrive ;
\nOui, je reconnais la rive
\nJusqu\u2019o\u00f9 le rocher d\u00e9rive
\nRoul\u00e9 dans le flot des temps ;
\nJ\u2019entre dans le port de l\u2019\u00e2me :
\nJe vais m\u2019asseoir dans la flamme ;
\nLa place que j\u2019y r\u00e9clame
\nEst vide depuis longtemps.<\/p>\n
Dieu, je te vois ! Comment p\u00e9n\u00e9trer dans ta gloire ?
\nD\u00e9tourne mes regards, ne m\u2019an\u00e9antis pas ;
\nJe sens mon front bris\u00e9 par ton char de victoire :
\nDans cet air lumineux qui soutiendra mes pas ?<\/p>\n
Je vois tout l\u2019univers rajeuni par la tombe
\nDes \u00eatres infinis que je ne puis compter
\nO mon Dieu, je succombe,
\nLaisse-moi m\u2019arr\u00eater.
\nJe m\u2019arr\u00eate pour me plaindre
\nDe ce monde d\u2019o\u00f9 je sors ;
\nToujours esp\u00e9rer et craindre ;
\nEt moi je pleurais les morts !
\nNe savais-je pas encore
\nQuel esprit devait \u00e9clore
\nDe cette \u00e9ternelle aurore
\nQui vit l\u2019\u00c9ternel cr\u00e9ant ?
\nQu\u2019avec toi l\u2019\u00e2me ravie
\nPour jamais est assouvie
\nQue dans la Mort est la Vie,
\nQue la Vie est le N\u00e9ant ?<\/p>\n
Je le savais d\u00e8s l\u2019enfance,
\nJe le disais dans mes nuits ;
\nEt l\u2019espoir de ta pr\u00e9sence
\nCalme seul tous mes ennuis.
\nCependant j\u2019aimais la vie
\nComme un marin ses dangers,
\nComme l\u2019Esquimau n\u2019envie
\nNul des soleils \u00e9trangers ;
\nComme un Chartreux aime l\u2019ombre,
\nAime sa cellule sombre
\nEt, libre, y revient toujours ;
\nComme un l\u00e9vrier fid\u00e8le
\nCaresse la main cruelle
\nQui le frappe tous les jours.<\/p>\n
Aujourd\u2019hui je sais tout, je te vois, et j\u2019embrasse
\nL\u2019avenir qui n\u2019est pas, le pass\u00e9 qui n\u2019est plus,
\nLes temps qui doivent na\u00eetre et les temps r\u00e9volus.<\/p>\n
Je con\u00e7ois l\u2019espace,
\nL\u2019univers s\u2019efface
\nEt devant ta face
\nTout s\u2019unit en toi.
\nJe vois tout s\u2019y peindre,
\nJe vois, sans les plaindre,
\nLes mondes s\u2019\u00e9teindre
\nEt fuir devant moi.<\/p>\n
Je puiserai ma force en ta force supr\u00eame,
\nJ\u2019ose marcher vers toi, j\u2019ose lever les yeux.
\nUn seul de tes regards me r\u00e9v\u00e8le \u00e0 moi-m\u00eame :
\nJe m\u2019\u00e9tais \u00e9chapp\u00e9 de ton sein radieux,<\/p>\n
Perdu comme l\u2019\u00e9tincelle
\nQui, dans les nuits de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9,
\nBlanche et l\u00e9g\u00e8re parcelle
\nD\u2019une immortelle clart\u00e9,
\nQuitte le ch\u0153ur des \u00e9toiles,
\nDes vapeurs perce les voiles,
\nEt tombe sur les roseaux
\nEt s\u2019\u00e9teint au fond des eaux.<\/p>\n
Laisse-moi pour un jour retourner sur la terre :
\nL\u00e0, sur mon marbre noir, sous ma croix solitaire,
\nJ\u2019irai m\u2019asseoir en souriant ;
\nDire : \u00ab Je vis toujours \u00bb \u00e0 ceux qui me regrettent,
\nQui, posant leurs genoux sur les fleurs qu\u2019ils y jettent,
\nViennent me pleurer en priant.<\/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":[],"poems-book":[],"poemes-theme":[330,396],"poete":[610],"class_list":["post-12674","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","poemes-theme-mort","poemes-theme-religion","poete-alfred-de-vigny"],"yoast_head":"\n