\u00d4 mon ami, sois mon tombeau,
\nLa jeune terre \u00e9tincelante
\nEt les jours d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 sont trop beaux
\nPour une \u00e2me \u00e0 jamais dolente !<\/p>\n
Je crains les regrets et l\u2019espoir ;
\nLaisse-moi rentrer dans ton ombre,
\nComme les collines du soir
\nRejoignent la nuit ferme et sombre.<\/p>\n
Avec un c\u0153ur si lourd, si lent,
\nQue veux-tu qu\u2019aujourd\u2019hui je fasse
\nDu parfum des marronniers blancs,
\nEt des promesses de l\u2019espace ?<\/p>\n
Je sais ce qu\u2019un soir lisse et pur
\nA bu de plaisirs et de peines !
\nLes corbeaux flottent sur l\u2019azur
\nComme un mol feuillage d\u2019\u00e9b\u00e8ne.<\/p>\n
Partout quel opulent loisir,
\nQuelle orgueilleuse confiance
\nQui joint les appels du d\u00e9sir
\nAux s\u00e9curit\u00e9s du silence !<\/p>\n
Les oiseaux, dans le doux embrun
\nDe l\u2019\u00e9ther rose et des ram\u00e9es,
\nSont l\u00e9gers comme des parfums
\nEt glissent comme des fum\u00e9es ;<\/p>\n
On entend leurs limpides voix
\nIncruster de cris et de rires
\nLe ciel qui passe sur les bois
\nComme un lent et pompeux navire.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mais je sais bien que vous mourrez,
\nEt que moi, si riche d\u2019envie,
\nJe dormirai, le c\u0153ur serr\u00e9,
\nLoin de la dure et sainte vie ;<\/p>\n
Toutes les musiques des airs,
\nTous ces effluves qui s\u2019enlacent
\nFuiront le souterrain d\u00e9sert
\nO\u00f9 le temps ne luit ni ne passe ;<\/p>\n
Et nous serons ce bois des morts,
\nCes branches s\u00e8ches et cass\u00e9es
\nPour qui les jours n\u2019ont plus de sort,
\nPour qui toute chose est cess\u00e9e !<\/p>\n
Et pourtant mon c\u0153ur \u00e9ternel,
\nEt sa tendresse in\u00e9puisable,
\nPlus que l\u2019Oc\u00e9an n\u2019a de sel,
\nPlus que l\u2019\u00c9gypte n\u2019a de sable,<\/p>\n
Contenait les mille rayons
\nDe toutes les aubes futures\u2026
\n\u2014 \u00catre un jour ce mince haillon
\nQui g\u00eet sous toute la Nature !<\/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":[274],"poems-book":[594],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-13056","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-274","poems-book-les-vivants-et-les-morts","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n