Alfred, j\u2019ai vu des jours o\u00f9 nous vivions en fr\u00e8res,
\nServant les m\u00eames dieux aux autels litt\u00e9raires :
\nLe ciel n\u2019avait form\u00e9 qu\u2019une \u00e2me pour deux corps ;
\nBeaux jours d\u2019\u00e9panchement, d\u2019amour et d\u2019harmonie,
\nO\u00f9 ma voix \u00e0 la tienne incessamment unie
\nAllait se perdre au ciel en de divins accords.<\/p>\n
Qui de nous a chang\u00e9 ? Pourquoi dans la carri\u00e8re
\nL\u2019un court-il en avant, laissant l\u2019autre en arri\u00e8re ?
\nLequel des deux soldats a d\u00e9sert\u00e9 les rangs ?
\nPourquoi ces deux vaisseaux qui naviguaient ensemble,
\nD\u00e9sesp\u00e9rant d\u00e9j\u00e0 d\u2019un port qui les rassemble,
\nVont-ils chercher si loin des bords si diff\u00e9rents ?<\/p>\n
Je n\u2019ai pas d\u00e9vou\u00e9 mon ma\u00eetre aux g\u00e9monies,
\nJe n\u2019ai pas abreuv\u00e9 de fiel et d\u2019avanies
\nL\u2019idole o\u00f9 mes genoux s\u2019usaient \u00e0 se plier :
\nJe n\u2019ai point du pass\u00e9 r\u00e9pudi\u00e9 la trace,
\nJ\u2019y suis rest\u00e9 fid\u00e8le, et n\u2019ai point, comme Horace,
\nAu milieu du combat jet\u00e9 mon bouclier.<\/p>\n
Non, c\u2019est toi qui changeas. Un nom qui se r\u00e9v\u00e8le
\nT\u2019\u00e9blouit des rayons de sa gloire nouvelle.
\nTu vois dans le bourgeon le fruit qui doit m\u00fbrir :
\nM\u00e9c\u00e8ne du Virgile et saint Jean du Messie,
\nTu r\u00e9pands en tous lieux la saint Proph\u00e9tie,
\nTu s\u00e8mes la parole et tu la fais fleurir.<\/p>\n
Je ne suis pas de ceux qui vont dans les orgies
\nS\u2019inspirer aux lueurs blafardes des bougies,
\nQui dans l\u2019air obscurci par les vapeurs du vin,
\nTentent de ranimer leur muse ext\u00e9nu\u00e9e,
\nComme un vieillard fl\u00e9tri qu\u2019une prostitu\u00e9e
\nSous ses baisers impurs veut r\u00e9chauffer en vain.<\/p>\n
C\u2019est ainsi que j\u2019entends l\u2019\u0153uvre de po\u00e9sie :
\nChacun de nous s\u2019est fait l\u2019art \u00e0 sa fantaisie,
\nChacun de nous l\u2019a vu d\u2019un diff\u00e9rent c\u00f4t\u00e9.
\nPrisme aux mille couleurs, chaque \u0153il en saisit une
\nSuivant le point divers o\u00f9 l\u2019a mis la fortune :
\nDieu lui seul peut tout voir dans son immensit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Conserve la croyance et respecte la n\u00f4tre,
\nAp\u00f4tre d\u00e9vou\u00e9 de la gloire d\u2019un autre ;
\nFais-toi du nouveau Dieu confesseur et martyr,
\nNe crois pas que mon c\u0153ur c\u00e8de comme une argile
\nNi que ta voix, pr\u00eachant le nouvel \u00c9vangile,
\nSi chaude qu\u2019elle soit, puisse me convertir.<\/p>\n
Adieu. Garde ta foi, garde ton opulence.
\nLaisse-moi recueillir mon c\u0153ur dans le silence,
\nLaisse-moi consumer mes jours comme un reclus ;
\nPardonne cependant \u00e0 cette r\u00eaverie,
\nC\u2019est le chant d\u2019un proscrit en quittant la patrie,
\nC\u2019est la voix d\u2019un ami que tu n\u2019entendras plus.<\/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":[656],"poems-book":[623],"poemes-theme":[365],"poete":[649],"class_list":["post-14205","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-656","poems-book-pieces-inedites","poemes-theme-trahison","poete-felix-arvers"],"yoast_head":"\n