Les t\u00e9n\u00e8bres ferment mes yeux
\nAvec leurs mains douces et noires ;
\nVoici la paix, voici les gloires,
\nVoici le flottement joyeux
\nDu r\u00eave et du sommeil sur ma m\u00e9moire.<\/p>\n
Encore un jour, ce jour ! o\u00f9 mon front fut le ma\u00eetre
\nEt l\u2019empereur de l\u2019univers qu\u2019est tout mon \u00eatre,
\nO\u00f9 tous mes sens ont pu saisir
\nLe faisceau roux de mes d\u00e9sirs
\nEt les porter, comme des glaives,
\nDevant ma volont\u00e9, dans la lumi\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
Le printemps luit de gr\u00e8ve en gr\u00e8ve ;
\nL\u2019id\u00e9e est fra\u00eeche, ainsi qu\u2019une flore tr\u00e9mi\u00e8re ;
\nL\u2019esprit la voit grandir ; on pense large et clair
\nComme la mer ;<\/p>\n
Les probl\u00e8mes les plus ardus
\nDe leurs grands monts sont descendus
\nEt se laissent, dans l\u2019or des plaines,
\nChauffer et p\u00e9n\u00e9trer par la recherche humaine ;
\nTout est \u00e9clair au m\u00eame instant ;
\nSeule existe la peur de n\u2019avoir pas le temps
\nDe dominer, soudain, ce que l\u2019esprit d\u00e9couvre,<\/p>\n
Et la vie ample et vaillante se rouvre
\nAux blancs galops de l\u2019espoir d\u2019or ;
\nOn veut, et ce vouloir semble d\u2019accord,
\nIntimement avec le v\u0153u du monde ;
\nL\u2019\u00e2me sent na\u00eetre en soi la puissante profonde
\nQui r\u00e9conforte et qui convainc,
\nL\u2019obstacle m\u00eame appara\u00eet vain :
\n\u00c0 peine un coin de pierre o\u00f9 aiguiser sa force.<\/p>\n
Tous les ferments gonflent l\u2019\u00e9corce
\nDu jeune et triomphal orgueil ;
\nLa vie immense frappe au seuil
\nDe la maison o\u00f9 dort la confiance ;
\nLes os, le sang, les nerfs font alliance
\nAvec on ne sait quoi de fr\u00e9missant
\nDans l\u2019air et dans le vent ;<\/p>\n
On s\u2019\u00e9prouve l\u00e9ger et clair dans l\u2019espace,
\nOn est heureux \u00e0 crier gr\u00e2ce,
\nLes faits, les principes, les lois, on comprend tout ;
\nLe c\u0153ur tremble d\u2019amour et l\u2019esprit semble fou
\nDe l\u2019ivresse de ses id\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 ces heures de fi\u00e8re ardeur dard\u00e9e,
\nHeures des mais et des avrils,
\nQui m\u2019amenez, chaque an, les plus rares des joies,
\nHeures de conqu\u00eate, heures de vaillance, heures de proie
\nPour mon c\u0153ur rouge et mon esprit viril,
\nMon souvenir vous loue et vous c\u00e9l\u00e8bre,
\nEn cet instant, o\u00f9 les t\u00e9n\u00e8bres
\nFerment mes yeux hant\u00e9s de gloire,
\nAvec leurs mains douces et noires.<\/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":[457],"poems-book":[693],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15295","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-457","poems-book-les-forces-tumultueuses","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n