Vous ne reverrez plus les monts, les bois, la terre,
\nBeaux yeux de mes soldats qui n\u2019aviez que vingt ans
\nEt qui \u00eates tomb\u00e9s, en ce dernier printemps,
\nO\u00f9 plus que jamais douce apparut la lumi\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
On n\u2019osait plus songer au r\u00e9veil des champs d\u2019or
\nQue l\u2019aube rev\u00eatait de sa gloire iris\u00e9e ;
\nLa guerre occupait tout de sa sombre pens\u00e9e
\nQuand au fond des hameaux on apprit votre mort.<\/p>\n
Depuis votre d\u00e9part, \u00e0 l\u2019angle de la glace,
\nVotre image attirait et les c\u0153urs et les yeux,
\nEt nul ne s\u2019asseyait sur l\u2019escabeau boiteux
\nO\u00f9 tous les soirs, pr\u00e8s du foyer, vous preniez place.<\/p>\n
H\u00e9las ! o\u00f9 sont vos corps jeunes, puissants et fous,
\nO\u00f9, vos bras et vos mains et les gestes superbes
\nQu\u2019avec la grande faux vous faisiez dans les herbes ?
\nH\u00e9las ! la nuit immense est descendue en vous.<\/p>\n
Vos m\u00e8res ont pleur\u00e9 dans leur chaumi\u00e8re close ;
\nVos amantes ont dit leur peine aux gens des bourgs ;
\nOn a parl\u00e9 de vous tristement, tous les jours,
\nEt puis un soir d\u2019automne on parla d\u2019autre chose.<\/p>\n
Mais je ne veux pas, Moi, qu\u2019on voile vos noms clairs.
\nVous qui dormez l\u00e0-bas dans un sol de bataille
\nO\u00f9 s\u2019enfoncent encor les blocs de la mitraille
\nQuand de nouveaux combats opposent leurs \u00e9clairs.<\/p>\n
Je recueille en mon c\u0153ur votre gloire meurtrie,
\nJe renverse sur vous les feux de mes flambeaux
\nEt je monte la garde autour de vos tombeaux,
\nMoi qui suis l\u2019avenir, parce que la Patrie.<\/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":[709],"poems-book":[701],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15665","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-709","poems-book-les-ailes-rouges-de-la-guerre","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n