Dans l\u2019essaim n\u00e9buleux des constellations,
\n\u00d4 toi qui naquis la premi\u00e8re,
\n\u00d4 nourrice des fleurs et des fruits, \u00f4 lumi\u00e8re,
\nBlanche m\u00e8re des visions,<\/p>\n
Tu nous viens du soleil \u00e0 travers les doux voiles
\nDes vapeurs flottantes dans l\u2019air :
\nLa vie alors s\u2019anime et, sous ton frisson clair,
\nSourit, \u00f4 fille des \u00e9toiles !<\/p>\n
Salut ! car avant toi les choses n\u2019\u00e9taient pas.
\nSalut ! douce ; salut ! puissante.
\nSalut ! de mes regards conductrice innocente
\nEt conseill\u00e8re de mes pas.<\/p>\n
Par toi sont les couleurs et les formes divines,
\nPar toi, tout ce que nous aimons.
\nTu fais briller la neige \u00e0 la cime des monts,
\nTu charmes le bord des ravines.<\/p>\n
Tu fais sous le ciel bleu fleurir les colibris
\nDans les parfums et la ros\u00e9e ;
\nEt la gr\u00e2ce d\u00e9cente avec toi s\u2019est pos\u00e9e
\nSur les choses que tu ch\u00e9ris.<\/p>\n
Le matin est joyeux de tes bonnes caresses ;
\nTu donnes aux nuits la douceur,
\nAux bois l\u2019ombre mouvante et la molle \u00e9paisseur
\nQue cherchent les jeunes tendresses.<\/p>\n
Par toi la mer profonde a de vivantes fleurs
\nEt de blonds nageurs que tu dores.
\nAu ciel humide encore et pur tes m\u00e9t\u00e9ores
\nPr\u00eatent l\u2019\u00e9clat des sept couleurs.<\/p>\n
Lumi\u00e8re, c\u2019est par toi que les femmes sont belles
\nSous ton v\u00eatement glorieux ;
\nEt tes ch\u00e8res clart\u00e9s, en passant par leurs yeux,
\nVersent des d\u00e9lices nouvelles.<\/p>\n
Leurs oreilles te font un tr\u00f4ne oriental
\nO\u00f9 tu brilles dans une gemme,
\nEt partout o\u00f9 tu luis, tu restes, toi que j\u2019aime,
\nVierge comme en ton jour natal.<\/p>\n
Sois ma force, \u00f4 Lumi\u00e8re ! et puissent mes pens\u00e9es,
\nBelles et simples comme toi,
\nDans la gr\u00e2ce et la paix, d\u00e9rouler sous ta foi
\nLeurs formes toujours cadenc\u00e9es !<\/p>\n
Donne \u00e0 mes yeux heureux de voir longtemps encor,
\nEn une volupt\u00e9 sereine,
\nLa Beaut\u00e9 se dressant marcher comme une reine
\nSous ta chaste couronne d\u2019or.<\/p>\n
Et, lorsque dans son sein la Nature des choses
\nFormera mes destins futurs,
\nReviens baigner, reviens nourrir de tes flots purs
\nMes nouvelles m\u00e9tamorphoses.<\/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":[199],"poems-book":[624],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[650],"class_list":["post-14136","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-199","poems-book-les-poemes-dores","poete-anatole-france"],"yoast_head":"\n