Elle perdit d\u2019abord et par degr\u00e9s sa voix
\nQu\u2019elle avait chaude et grave, \u00e9mue et p\u00e9n\u00e9trante
\nComme la voix du loriot au fond des bois\u2026
\nEn l\u2019\u00e9coutant chanter pour ses amis, parfois,
\nM\u00eame quand nul encor ne la savait souffrante,
\nJe me sentis le c\u0153ur travers\u00e9 du soup\u00e7on
\nQu\u2019elle leur donnait trop de son \u00e2me vibrante,
\nQue son air s\u2019achevait en un furtif frisson,
\nEt que le luth un jour plierait sous la chanson.<\/p>\n
Et soudain, confirmant et d\u00e9passant mes craintes,
\nUn mal l\u00e2che et sournois la saisit au gosier,
\n\ufeffComme pour emp\u00eacher ses plaintes,
\n\ufeffEt l\u2019\u00e9touffa sous ses \u00e9treintes
\nTel un serpent un rossignol dans un rosier\u2026<\/p>\n
Oh ! quinze mois entiers l\u2019angoissante torture
\nD\u2019entendre s\u2019enrouer, tousser, tousser encor,
\nTousser d\u2019une toux rauque et suffocante et dure
\nLa gorge d\u2019o\u00f9 longtemps avaient pris leur essor
\n\ufeffTant de beaux chants \u00e0 l\u2019aile d\u2019or !
\nChaque matin sentir plus sourde sa parole,
\nEt ses efforts plus grands, plus vains, plus anxieux
\nPour l\u2019appel qui supplie ou le mot qui console
\n\ufeffLa pauvre m\u00e8re qui s\u2019affole\u2026
\nPuis ne plus rien entendre d\u2019Elle \u2015 que ses yeux !<\/p>\n
La douce enfant, si bien dou\u00e9e et si peu fi\u00e8re
\nDe tous ses autres dons, aimait pourtant celui
\n\ufeffPar qui son \u00e2me tout enti\u00e8re
\n\ufeffS\u2019unissait \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e2me d\u2019autrui :
\nElle pleurait sa voix d\u2019amour et de lumi\u00e8re,
\nSans se douter encor que la Mort la voulait
\nToute, et qu\u2019avec sa voix son \u00e2me s\u2019en allait\u2026<\/p>\n
\u00d4 ch\u00e8re voix qui ne vis plus qu\u2019en notre oreille ;
\nVoix qui faisais jadis notre maison pareille
\n\u00c0 la ruche joyeuse et vibrante sans fin ;
\nVoix tendre et si prenante, archet vraiment divin
\nQui passais sur les c\u0153urs, et jamais, \u00f4 merveille,
\nNe les sollicitais en vain ;<\/p>\n
Maintenant que dans l\u2019air tu t\u2019es \u00e9vanouie,
\nPerdue, \u2015 ou bien plut\u00f4t, puisque rien ne se perd,
\nTr\u00e8s loin, tr\u00e8s loin de nous \u00e0 tout jamais enfuie,
\nSans doute entr\u00e9e au vaste et sublime concert
\nO\u00f9 pour l\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9 Dieu fait ses symphonies
\nAvec toutes nos voix dans son amour unies,
\n\u2015 Ma voix de vieux po\u00e8te aux destins r\u00e9volus
\nG\u00e9mira sur le tien, mais ne chantera plus.<\/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":[174],"poems-book":[830],"poemes-theme":[376,330],"poete":[742],"class_list":["post-16107","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-174","poems-book-fleurs-de-genets","poemes-theme-malheur","poemes-theme-mort","poete-francois-fabie"],"yoast_head":"\n