Moines venus vers nous des horizons gothiques,
\nMais dont l\u2019\u00e2me, mais dont l\u2019esprit meurt de demain,
\nQui retrempez l\u2019amour dans ses sources mystiques
\nEt le purifiez de tout l\u2019orgueil humain,
\nVous marchez beaux et forts par les routes des hommes,
\nL\u2019esprit encor fix\u00e9 sur les feux de l\u2019enfer,
\nDepuis les temps lointains jusqu\u2019au jour o\u00f9 nous sommes,
\nDans les \u00e2ges d\u2019argent et les si\u00e8cles de fer,
\nToujours du m\u00eame pas sacerdotal et large.
\nSeuls vous survivez grands au monde chr\u00e9tien mort,
\nSeuls sans ployer le dos vous en portez la charge
\nComme un royal cadavre au fond d\u2019un cercueil d\u2019or.
\nMoines \u2014 oh ! les chercheurs de chim\u00e8res sublimes \u2014
\nVos r\u00eaves, ils s\u2019en vont par del\u00e0 les tombeaux,
\nVos yeux sont aimant\u00e9s par la lueur des cimes,
\nVous \u00eates les porteurs de croix et de flambeaux
\nAutour de l\u2019id\u00e9al divin que l\u2019on enterre.
\nOh ! les moines vaincus, altiers, silencieux,
\nOh ! les g\u00e9ants debout sur les bruits de la terre,
\nFaces d\u2019astres, br\u00fbl\u00e9s par les astres des cieux,
\nQui regardez crier autour de vous les foules
\nSans que la peur ne fasse un pli sur votre front
\nNi que le vent d\u2019effroi n\u2019en fasse un dans vos coules ;
\nOh ! les moines que les si\u00e8cles contempleront,
\nMoines grandis, parmi l\u2019exil et les d\u00e9faites,
\nMoines chass\u00e9s, mais dont les v\u00eatements vermeils
\nIlluminent la nuit du monde, et dont les t\u00eates
\nPassent dans la clart\u00e9 des supr\u00eames soleils,
\nNous vous magnifions, nous les po\u00e8tes calmes,
\nEt puisque rien de fier n\u2019est aujourd\u2019hui vainqueur,
\nPuisqu\u2019on a d\u00e9chir\u00e9 les lauriers et les palmes,
\nMoines, grands isol\u00e9s de pens\u00e9e et de c\u0153ur,
\nAvant que la derni\u00e8re \u00e2me ne soit tu\u00e9e,
\nMes vers vous b\u00e2tiront de mystiques autels
\nSous le velum errant d\u2019une chaste nu\u00e9e,
\nAfin qu\u2019un jour cette \u00e2me aux d\u00e9sirs \u00e9ternels,
\nPensive et seule et triste, au fond de la nuit bl\u00eame,
\nDe votre gloire \u00e9teinte allume encor le feu,
\nEt songe \u00e0 vous encor quand le dernier blasph\u00e8me
\nComme une \u00e9p\u00e9e immense aura transperc\u00e9 Dieu !<\/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":[271],"poems-book":[680],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14833","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-271","poems-book-les-moines","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n