Dites, les gens, les vieilles gens,
\nFaites flamber foyers et c\u0153urs dans les hameaux,
\nDites, les gens, les vieilles gens,
\nFaites luire de l\u2019or dans vos carreaux
\nQui regardent la route,
\nCar les mages avec leurs blancs manteaux,
\nCar les bergers avec leurs blancs troupeaux,
\nSont l\u00e0 qui d\u00e9bouchent et qui \u00e9coutent
\nEt qui s\u2019avancent sur la route.<\/p>\n
Voici le prince Charlemagne ;
\nEt Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric dont la barbe bataille
\nDans les fables, en Allemagne ;
\nEt puis voici Louis qui fit Versailles.<\/p>\n
Voici le triste enfant prodigue
\nQui s\u2019en revient, avec pourceaux et chiens,
\nDes pays lourds de la fatigue ;
\nVoici les b\u00e9liers noirs qu\u2019un patriarche,
\nAux temps lointains, apprivoisait dans l\u2019arche ;
\nVoici les p\u00e2tres de Chald\u00e9e
\nQui contemplaient la nuit avec les yeux de leur id\u00e9e,
\nEt ceux de Flandre et de Z\u00e9lande
\nQui s\u2019estompent de brume et de l\u00e9gende,
\nSous leurs chaumes, au fond des landes.<\/p>\n
L\u2019\u00e9trange et fant\u00f4mal cort\u00e8ge
\nEt les tra\u00eenes des longs manteaux
\nEt le bruit d\u2019osselets que font les pattes du troupeau
\nFr\u00f4lent et animent la neige.<\/p>\n
L\u00e0-haut, le gel s\u2019\u00e9tage en promenoirs
\nQue tachettent des feux, pareils \u00e0 des acides,
\nEt d\u2019o\u00f9 les anges clairs et translucides
\nSemblent surgir et flamboyer en des miroirs.<\/p>\n
On aper\u00e7oit Saint Gabriel qui fut sculpt\u00e9,
\nAu village, jadis, dans l\u2019or du tabernacle ;
\nSaint Rapha\u00ebl v\u00eatu d\u2019\u00e9clairs et de beaut\u00e9 ;
\nEt Saint Michel dont la berg\u00e8re ou\u00eft l\u2019oracle.<\/p>\n
Et l\u2019archange dont les ailes ind\u00e9l\u00e9biles
\nVibrent au vent, dans les minuits du ciel,
\nQui tout \u00e0 coup se l\u00e8ve \u2014 et pose comme un scel,
\nAux confins du Z\u00e9nith, une \u00e9toile immobile.<\/p>\n
Alors, l\u00e0-bas, sur terre, au bout des plaines,
\nSous l\u2019\u00e9toile, dont plus rien n\u2019est bougeant,
\nUne \u00e9table s\u2019\u00e9claire \u2014 et les haleines
\nD\u2019un b\u0153uf et d\u2019un \u00e2ne fument dans l\u2019air d\u2019argent.<\/p>\n
\u00c0 la clart\u00e9 qui sort
\nMystique et douce de son corps,
\nUne Vierge r\u00e9pare et dispose des langes,
\nEt, pr\u00e8s du seuil, o\u00f9 sommeille un agneau,
\nUn charpentier fait un berceau,
\nAvec des planches.<\/p>\n
Sans qu\u2019ils voient les nimbes qui les couronnent,
\nIls travaillent, tous deux, silencieusement :
\nEt prononcent de temps en temps,
\nUn nom divin qui les \u00e9tonne.
\nAutour des murs et sous le toit,
\nL\u2019atmosph\u00e8re s\u2019\u00e9pand si pure et si fervente
\nQu\u2019on sent que des genoux invisibles se ploient
\nEt que la vie enti\u00e8re est dans l\u2019attente.<\/p>\n
Oh ! vous, les gens, les vieilles gens,
\nQui regardez passer dans vos villages
\nLes empereurs et les bergers et les rois mages
\nEt leurs b\u00eates dont le troupeau les suit,
\nAllumez d\u2019or vos c\u0153urs et vos fen\u00eatres,
\nPour voir enfin, par \u00e0 travers la nuit,
\nCe qui, depuis mille et mille ans,
\nS\u2019efforce \u00e0 na\u00eetre.<\/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":[482],"poems-book":[690],"poemes-theme":[335],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15249","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-482","poems-book-les-vignes-de-ma-muraille","poemes-theme-hiver","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n