Midi, roi des \u00e9t\u00e9s, \u00e9pandu sur la plaine,
\nTombe en nappes d\u2019argent des hauteurs du ciel bleu.
\nTout se tait. L\u2019air flamboie et br\u00fble sans haleine ;
\nLa terre est assoupie en sa robe de feu.<\/p>\n
L\u2019\u00e9tendue est immense et les champs n\u2019ont point d\u2019ombre,
\nEt la source est tarie o\u00f9 buvaient les troupeaux ;
\nLa lointaine for\u00eat, dont la lisi\u00e8re est sombre,
\nDort l\u00e0-bas, immobile, en un pesant repos.<\/p>\n
Seuls, les grands bl\u00e9s m\u00fbris, tels qu\u2019une mer dor\u00e9e,
\nSe d\u00e9roulent au loin, d\u00e9daigneux du sommeil ;
\nPacifiques enfants de la terre sacr\u00e9e,
\nIls \u00e9puisent sans peur la coupe du soleil.<\/p>\n
Parfois, comme un soupir de leur \u00e2me br\u00fblante,
\nDu sein des \u00e9pis lourds qui murmurent entre eux,
\nUne ondulation majestueuse et lente
\nS\u2019\u00e9veille, et va mourir \u00e0 l\u2019horizon poudreux.<\/p>\n
Non loin, quelques b\u0153ufs blancs, couch\u00e9s parmi les herbes,
\nBavent avec lenteur sur leurs fanons \u00e9pais,
\nEt suivent de leurs yeux languissants et superbes
\nLe songe int\u00e9rieur qu\u2019ils n\u2019ach\u00e8vent jamais.<\/p>\n
Homme, si, le c\u0153ur plein de joie ou d\u2019amertume,
\nTu passais vers midi dans les champs radieux,
\nFuis ! la nature est vide et le soleil consume :
\nRien n\u2019est vivant ici, rien n\u2019est triste ou joyeux.<\/p>\n
Mais si, d\u00e9sabus\u00e9 des larmes et du rire,
\nAlt\u00e9r\u00e9 de l\u2019oubli de ce monde agit\u00e9,
\nTu veux, ne sachant plus pardonner ou maudire,
\nGo\u00fbter une supr\u00eame et morne volupt\u00e9,<\/p>\n
Viens ! Le soleil te parle en paroles sublimes ;
\nDans sa flamme implacable absorbe-toi sans fin ;
\nEt retourne \u00e0 pas lents vers les cit\u00e9s infimes,
\nLe c\u0153ur tremp\u00e9 sept fois dans le n\u00e9ant divin.<\/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":[647],"poems-book":[812],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[730],"class_list":["post-15946","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-647","poems-book-poemes-antiques","poete-charles-leconte-de-lisle"],"yoast_head":"\n