Pr\u00e8s des ruisseaux, pr\u00e8s des cascades,
\nDans les champs d’oliviers fleuris,
\nSur les rochers, sous les arcades
\nDont le temps sape les d\u00e9bris,
\nSous les murs du vieux monast\u00e8re.
\nDans le bois qu’aime le myst\u00e8re,
\nSous l’ombre du pin solitaire,
\nSous le platane aux frais abris ;<\/p>\n
A l’heure o\u00f9, sous l’humble chaumi\u00e8re.
\nLe chevrier prend son repas,
\nA l’heure o\u00f9 brille la lumi\u00e8re,
\nA l’heure o\u00f9 le jour ne luit pas ;
\nL’\u00e9t\u00e9, quand sous le vert ombrage
\nTu viens t’asseoir apr\u00e8s l’ouvrage :
\nL’hiver, par le froid, par l’orage ;
\nToujours, partout, je suis tes pas.<\/p>\n
Lorsque les cloches argentines
\nR\u00e9veillent l’oiseau dans son nid,
\nC’est moi qui te suis \u00e0 matines :
\nEt quand la pri\u00e8re finit.
\nAu sortir du temple gothique,
\nC’est moi qui vais sous le portique
\nT’offrir, suivant l’usage antique.
\nL’eau sainte et le rameau b\u00e9nit.<\/p>\n
Quand, vers la fin de la journ\u00e9e,
\nTu vas pr\u00e8s du saint tribunal,
\nDevant l’ermite prostern\u00e9e.
\nIncliner ton front virginal,
\nC’est moi qui d’un air humble et tendre.
\nQuand l’Ang\u00e9lus s’est fait entendre,
\nEsclave assidu, vais t’attendre
\nAupr\u00e8s du confessionnal.<\/p>\n
Viens, je te dirai le cantique
\nQue je suis all\u00e9, ce matin.
\nChoisir pour toi dans la boutique
\nD’un colporteur napolitain,
\nEt contre la dent meurtri\u00e8re
\nDes loups errants dans la clairi\u00e8re,
\nJe t’apprendrai quelle pri\u00e8re
\nIl faut r\u00e9citer en latin.<\/p>\n
Je mettrai dans ton oratoire
\nUn missel \u00e0 fermoirs dor\u00e9s,
\nO\u00f9 des moines ont peint l’histoire
\nDe nos anciens livres sacr\u00e9s ;
\nDes ap\u00f4tres les douze images,
\nLa bonne Vierge, et les trois Mages
\nAu Christ apportant leurs hommages,
\nEt baisant ses pieds ador\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Oh, regarde-moi sans col\u00e8re !
\nPromets-moi que tu m’aimeras :
\nNe me d\u00e9fends pas de te plaire,
\nLaisse-toi serrer dans mes bras !
\nQue cette froideur t’abandonne ;
\nA p\u00e9ch\u00e9 secret Dieu pardonne,
\nEt je mettrai sur ta madone
\nLe voile que tu quitteras.<\/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":[534],"poems-book":[622],"poemes-theme":[171,149,238],"poete":[649],"class_list":["post-14194","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-534","poems-book-mes-heures-perdues","poemes-theme-amour","poemes-theme-nature","poemes-theme-tristesse","poete-felix-arvers"],"yoast_head":"\n