Oui, tout s\u2019exaltera et fleurira encore
\nSans que manque une rose aux jardins de l\u2019aurore
\nOu que s\u2019\u00e9teigne un astre aux terrasses des cieux ;
\nOui, tout rajeunira sous le vent merveilleux
\n\ufeffDans la pleine lumi\u00e8re,
\nQuand vous, h\u00e9las ! ne serez plus, mes yeux,
\n\ufeffQue cendre vaine sous la terre.<\/p>\n
Vous \u00e9tiez doux et lumineux pourtant ;
\nEt les hivers, et les \u00e9t\u00e9s, et les printemps
\nNe rev\u00eataient mon vers de leur beaut\u00e9 profonde
\nQue parce que d\u2019abord, vous seuls, mes deux yeux clairs,
\nAviez aim\u00e9 le sol, les bois, le vent et l\u2019air
\n\ufeffEt la splendeur innombrable du monde.<\/p>\n
Vous paraissiez alors deux flambeaux de ferveur
\nDoucement inclin\u00e9s sur le charme des choses :
\nVous \u00e9tiez \u00e0 l\u2019aff\u00fbt du secret qui compose
\nLe dessin d\u2019un rameau ou l\u2019\u00e9clat d\u2019une fleur ;
\nVous induisiez mon \u00e2me \u00e0 la belle pri\u00e8re
\nDevant tout ce qui reste ardent, vivace et pur
\nEt les pois de senteur et les roses tr\u00e9mi\u00e8res
\nOrnaient, comme un autel, la blancheur de mes murs.<\/p>\n
Et vous alliez vers les hommes des autres plaines
\nAvec un \u00e9moi simple et doux
\nPour d\u00e9couvrir sous leurs paupi\u00e8res
\nLe m\u00eame feu qui s\u2019attisait en vous.<\/p>\n
Et vous alliez encor vers les hommes des villes
\nDont l\u2019\u0153uvre formidable et tragique mutile,
\nPour forger l\u2019avenir, les monts et les for\u00eats ;
\nDes pleurs sourdaient en vous, avec d\u2019anciens regrets,
\nMais la force abondante et d\u00fbment asservie
\nAux calculs merveilleux et pr\u00e9cis des cerveaux
\nVous semblait provoquer le miracle nouveau
\nD\u2019o\u00f9 surgirait, plus vaste et plus s\u00fbre, la vie.<\/p>\n
Et vous alliez toujours, et vous alliez encor
\nLorsque la nuit d\u2019hiver \u00e9clairait ses myst\u00e8res
\nDieu sait par quels chemins de t\u00e9n\u00e8bres et d\u2019or
\nVers les feux bienveillants dont s\u2019exaltait la terre.<\/p>\n
Et vous cherchiez, l\u00e0-haut, la plus humble lueur,
\nL\u2019astre le plus perdu qu\u2019entra\u00eenaient d\u2019autres mondes
\nPour lui vouer soudain une tendresse profonde
\n\ufeffPar besoin de ferveur.<\/p>\n
Je vous ai tant aim\u00e9s, avec la fiert\u00e9 d\u2019\u00eatre
\nToujours avide, \u00e9mu, tendre et religieux,
\n\ufeffMes yeux,
\nQue les si\u00e8cles se souviendront peut-\u00eatre,
\nM\u00eame en des jours sans art,
\nDe tout l\u2019amour que j\u2019ai pu mettre
\nEt conserver en vos regards.<\/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":[527],"poems-book":[700],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15634","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-527","poems-book-les-flammes-hautes","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n