Jadis certain Mogol vit en songe un vizir
\nAux Champs \u00c9lysiens possesseur d\u2019un plaisir
\nAussi pur qu\u2019infini, tant en prix qu\u2019en dur\u00e9e :
\nLe m\u00eame songeur vit en une autre contr\u00e9e
\n\tUn ermite entour\u00e9 de feux,
\nQui touchait de piti\u00e9 m\u00eame les malheureux.
\nLe cas parut \u00e9trange, et contre l\u2019ordinaire :
\nMinos en ces deux morts semblait s\u2019\u00eatre m\u00e9pris.
\nLe dormeur s\u2019\u00e9veilla, tant il en fut surpris.
\nDans ce songe pourtant soup\u00e7onnant du myst\u00e8re,
\n\tIl se fit expliquer l\u2019affaire.
\nL\u2019interpr\u00e8te lui dit : \u00ab Ne vous \u00e9tonnez point ;
\nVotre songe a du sens ; et, si j\u2019ai sur ce point
\n\tAcquis tant soit peu d\u2019habitude,
\nC\u2019est un avis des Dieux. Pendant l\u2019humain s\u00e9jour,
\nCe vizir quelquefois cherchait la solitude ;
\nCet ermite aux vizirs allait faire sa cour. \u00bb
\nSi j\u2019osais ajouter au mot de l\u2019interpr\u00e8te,
\nJ\u2019inspirerais ici l\u2019amour de la retraite :
\nElle offre \u00e0 ses amants des biens sans embarras,
\nBiens purs, pr\u00e9sents du Ciel, qui naissent sous les pas.
\nSolitude, o\u00f9 je trouve une douceur secr\u00e8te,
\nLieux que j\u2019aime toujours, ne pourrai-je jamais,
\nLoin du monde et du bruit, go\u00fbter l\u2019ombre et le frais ?
\nOh ! qui m\u2019arr\u00eatera sous vos sombres asiles !
\nQuand pourront les neuf S\u0153urs, loin des cours et des villes,
\nM\u2019occuper tout entier, et m\u2019apprendre des Cieux
\nLes divers mouvements inconnus \u00e0 nos yeux,
\nLes noms et les vertus de ces clart\u00e9s errantes
\nPar qui sont nos destins et nos m\u0153urs diff\u00e9rentes ?
\nQue si je ne suis n\u00e9 pour de si grands projets,
\nDu moins que les ruisseaux m\u2019offrent de doux objets !
\nQue je peigne en mes vers quelque rive fleurie !
\nLa Parque \u00e0 filets d\u2019or n\u2019ourdira point ma vie ;
\nJe ne dormirai point sous de riches lambris :
\nMais voit-on que le somme en perde de son prix ?
\nEn est-il moins profond, et moins plein de d\u00e9lices ?
\nJe lui voue au d\u00e9sert de nouveaux sacrifices.
\nQuand le moment viendra d\u2019aller trouver les morts,
\nJ\u2019aurai v\u00e9cu sans soins, et mourrai sans remords.<\/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":[166],"poems-book":[142],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[151],"class_list":["post-1333","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-166","poems-book-fables","poete-jean-de-la-fontaine"],"yoast_head":"\n