Lorsque l\u2019on est mont\u00e9 jusqu\u2019au nid des aiglons,
\nEt que l\u2019on voit, sous soi, les plus fiers mamelons
\nSe fondre et s\u2019effacer au flanc de la montagne,
\nEt, comme un lac, bleuir tout au fond la campagne,
\nOn s\u2019aper\u00e7oit enfin qu\u2019on grimperait mille ans,
\nTant que la chair tiendrait \u00e0 vos talons sanglants,
\nSans approcher du ciel qui toujours se recule,
\nEt qu\u2019on n\u2019est, apr\u00e8s tout, qu\u2019un Titan ridicule.
\nOn n\u2019est plus dans le monde, on n\u2019est pas dans les cieux,
\nEt des fant\u00f4mes vains dansent devant vos yeux.
\nLe silence est profond ; la chanson de la terre
\nNe vient pas jusqu\u2019\u00e0 vous, et la voix du tonnerre
\nQui roule sous vos pieds, semble le b\u00e2illement
\nDu Brocken, ennuy\u00e9 de son d\u00e9s\u0153uvrement.
\nVotre cri, sans trouver d\u2019\u00e9cho qui le r\u00e9p\u00e8te,
\nS\u2019\u00e9teint subitement sous la vo\u00fbte muette ;
\nC\u2019est un calme sinistre, on n\u2019entend pas encor
\nLes violes d\u2019amour et les cithares d\u2019or,
\nCar le ciel est bien haut et l\u2019\u00e9chelle est petite ;
\nVotre guide, effray\u00e9, redescend et vous quitte,
\nEt, roulant une larme au fond de son \u0153il bleu,
\nLa derni\u00e8re des fleurs vous jette son adieu.
\nLa neige cependant descend silencieuse,
\nEt, sous ses fils d\u2019argent, la lune soucieuse
\nAppara\u00eet \u00e0 c\u00f4t\u00e9 d\u2019un soleil sans rayons ;
\nLe ciel est tout ray\u00e9 de ses p\u00e2les sillons,
\nEt la mort, dans ses doigts, tordant ce fil qui tombe,
\nVous tisse un blanc linceul pour votre froide tombe.<\/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":[644],"poems-book":[617],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[614],"class_list":["post-13984","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-644","poems-book-la-comedie-de-la-mort","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n