\u00ab Adieu, Meuse endormeuse et douce \u00e0 mon enfance,
\nQui demeures aux pr\u00e9s, o\u00f9 tu coules tout bas.
\nMeuse, adieu : j\u2019ai d\u00e9j\u00e0 commenc\u00e9 ma partance
\nEn des pays nouveaux o\u00f9 tu ne coules pas.<\/p>\n
Voici que je m\u2019en vais en des pays nouveaux :
\nJe ferai la bataille et passerai les fleuves ;
\nJe m\u2019en vais m\u2019essayer \u00e0 de nouveaux travaux,
\nJe m\u2019en vais commencer l\u00e0-bas des t\u00e2ches neuves.<\/p>\n
Et pendant ce temps-l\u00e0, Meuse ignorante et douce,
\nTu couleras toujours, passante accoutum\u00e9e,
\nDans la vall\u00e9e heureuse o\u00f9 l\u2019herbe vive pousse,<\/p>\n
O Meuse in\u00e9puisable et que j\u2019avais aim\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Tu couleras toujours dans l\u2019heureuse vall\u00e9e ;
\nO\u00f9 tu coulais hier, tu couleras demain.
\nTu ne sauras jamais la berg\u00e8re en all\u00e9e,
\nQui s\u2019amusait, enfant, \u00e0 creuser de sa main
\nDes canaux dans la terre, \u2013 \u00e0 jamais \u00e9croul\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
La berg\u00e8re s\u2019en va, d\u00e9laissant les moutons,
\nEt la fileuse va, d\u00e9laissant les fuseaux.
\nVoici que je m\u2019en vais loin de tes bonnes eaux,
\nVoici que je m\u2019en vais bien loin de nos maisons.<\/p>\n
Meuse qui ne sais rien de la souffrance humaine,
\nO Meuse inalt\u00e9rable et douce \u00e0 toute enfance,
\nO toi qui ne sais pas l\u2019\u00e9moi de la partance,
\nToi qui passes toujours et qui ne pars jamais
\nO toi qui ne sais rien de nos mensonges faux,<\/p>\n
O Meuse inalt\u00e9rable, \u00f4 Meuse que j\u2019aimais,<\/p>\n
Quand reviendrai-je ici filer encor la laine ?
\nQuand verrai-je tes flots qui passent par chez nous ?
\nQuand nous reverrons-nous ? et nous reverrons-nous ?<\/p>\n
Meuse que j\u2019aime encore, \u00f4 ma Meuse que j\u2019aime.<\/p>\n
Un assez long silence.
\nElle va voir si son oncle revient.<\/p>\n
O maison de mon p\u00e8re o\u00f9 j\u2019ai fil\u00e9 la laine,
\nO\u00f9, les longs soirs d\u2019hiver, assise au coin du feu,
\nJ\u2019\u00e9coutais les chansons de la vieille Lorraine,
\nLe temps est arriv\u00e9 que je vous dise adieu.<\/p>\n
Tous les soirs passag\u00e8re en des maisons nouvelles,
\nJ\u2019entendrai des chansons que je ne saurai pas ;
\nTous les soirs, au sortir des batailles nouvelles,
\nJ\u2019irai dans des maisons que je ne saurai pas.<\/p>\n
Maison de pierre forte o\u00f9 bient\u00f4t ceux que j\u2019aime,
\nAyant su ma partance, \u2013 et mon mensonge aussi, \u2013
\nVont d\u00e9sesp\u00e9r\u00e9ment, \u00e9plor\u00e9s de moi-m\u00eame,
\nAutour du foyer mort prier \u00e0 deux genoux,
\nAutour du foyer mort et trop vite \u00e9largi,<\/p>\n
Quand pourrai-je le soir filer encor la laine ?
\nAssise au coin du feu pour les vieilles chansons ;
\nQuand pourrai-je dormir apr\u00e8s avoir pri\u00e9 ?
\nDans la maison fid\u00e8le et calme \u00e0 la pri\u00e8re ;<\/p>\n
Quand nous reverrons-nous ? et nous reverrons-nous ?
\nO maison de mon p\u00e8re, \u00f4 ma maison que j\u2019aime. \u00bb<\/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":[561],"poems-book":[817],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[732],"class_list":["post-15962","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-561","poems-book-le-mystere-de-la-charite-de-jeanne-darc","poete-charles-peguy"],"yoast_head":"\n