J\u2019\u00e9tais contente alors, m\u00eame dans la douleur ;
\nMon regard \u00e9bloui s\u2019ouvrait comme une fleur.
\nLa nuit, je pressentais l\u2019aurore aux l\u00e8vres d\u2019ambre.
\nJe m\u2019\u00e9veillais : j\u2019aimais le papier de la chambre ;
\nJe cherchais \u00e0 savoir s\u2019il faisait beau dehors ;
\nLe soleil aux rideaux collait son masque d\u2019or;
\nJ\u2019\u00e9coutais le chant calme et pesant que module
\nLa forte, l\u2019obstin\u00e9e et paisible pendule.
\nJe me disais : \u00ab Il est sept heures du matin ;
\nCe sera tout un jour \u00e0 courir dans le thym,
\nPr\u00e8s du merisier rose et pr\u00e8s de la cigale,
\nTout un jour \u00e0 go\u00fbter la feuille et le p\u00e9tale,
\nA poursuivre la joie autour des rosiers ronds,
\nA danser dans l\u2019azur avec les moucherons,
\nA s\u2019alanguir soudain dans les bleus paysages,
\nEn sentant que l\u2019on a le plus doux des visages\u2026 \u00bb
\nJe savais ce que sont la paix et le plaisir.
\nLes cieux semblaient moins longs que l\u2019immense avenir;
\nJe n\u2019avais de terreur soudaine, de tristesse,
\nQu\u2019au moment frissonnant et frais o\u00f9 le jour baisse,
\nEt je ne croyais pas qu\u2019il y e\u00fbt d\u2019autre ennui
\nQue le souci sacr\u00e9 que nous cause la nuit,
\nComme aux oiseaux, comme auxbuissons, comme aux corolles
\nJe n\u2019avais pas besoin des \u00eatres, des paroles,
\nJe m\u2019entendais avec tout l\u2019univers si bien
\nQue mon bras \u00e9tendu me semblait le lien
\nQui rattache \u00e0 l\u2019espace une petite fille.
\nJe me disais \u00ab Je suis ce qui luit, ce qui brille. \u00bb
\nJ\u2019avais choisi pour s\u0153ur d\u2019ardeur, de vanit\u00e9,
\nLa rose, qui se croit le milieu de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9.
\nJe vivais sans savoir, sans chercher, sans comprendre.
\nQuelquefois un parfum trop fort, trop lourd, trop tendre
\nM\u2019arr\u00eatait et semblait crier : \u00ab N\u2019avance pas ! \u00bb
\nOdeur pleine d\u2019amour qui br\u00fblait sous mes pas,
\nS\u2019\u00e9lan\u00e7ant du gazon, des dormantes corbeilles,
\nComme un nuage ardent de flexibles abeilles.
\nJe tremblais inqui\u00e8te au milieu du chemin,
\nEt la bont\u00e9 du soir me prenait par la main,
\nEt me rentrait chez moi par la plus douce all\u00e9e,
\nSans que la Volupt\u00e9 m\u2019e\u00fbt \u00e9t\u00e9 r\u00e9v\u00e9l\u00e9e\u2026
\n\u2014 Candeur d\u2019un c\u0153ur d\u2019enfant, regard clair et glac\u00e9,
\nJe vous adore, h\u00e9las avec un front baiss\u00e9.
\nPourquoi vous \u00eates-vous pour toujours endormie,
\nMa douce enfance ? \u00f4 mon enfance ! \u00f4 mon amie !<\/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":[603],"poems-book":[593],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-12973","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-603","poems-book-les-eblouissements","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n