Des hameaux \u00e9loign\u00e9s retiennent ma compagne.
\nH\u00e9las ! Dans ces for\u00eats qui peut se plaire encor ?
\nFlore m\u00eame \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent d\u00e9serte la campagne
\nEt loin de nos bergers l’amour a pris l’essor.<\/p>\n
Doris vers ce coteau pr\u00e9cipitait sa fuite,
\nLorsque de ses attraits je me suis s\u00e9par\u00e9 :
\nDoux z\u00e9phyr ! si tu sors du s\u00e9jour qu’elle habite,
\nViens ! que je sente au moins l’air qu’elle a respir\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Quel arbre, en ce moment, lui pr\u00eate son ombrage ?
\nQuel gazon s’embellit sous ses pieds caressants ?
\nQuelle onde fortun\u00e9e a re\u00e7u son image ?
\nQuel bois m\u00e9lodieux r\u00e9p\u00e8te ses accents ?<\/p>\n
Que ne suis-je la fleur qui lui sert de parure,
\nOu le noeud de ruban qui lui presse le sein,
\nOu sa robe l\u00e9g\u00e8re, ou sa molle chaussure,
\nOu l’oiseau qu’elle baise et nourrit de sa main !<\/p>\n
Rossignols, qui volez o\u00f9 l’amour vous appelle,
\nQue vous \u00eates heureux ! que vos destins sont doux !
\nQue bient\u00f4t ma Doris me verrait aupr\u00e8s d’elle
\nSi j’avais le bonheur de voler comme vous !<\/p>\n
Ah ! Doris, que me font ces tapis de verdure,
\nCes gazons \u00e9maill\u00e9s qui m’ont vu dans tes bras,
\nCe printemps, ce beau ciel, et toute la nature,
\nEt tous les lieux enfin o\u00f9 je ne te vois pas ?<\/p>\n
Mais toi, parmi les jeux et les bruyantes f\u00eates,
\nNe va point oublier les plaisirs du hameau,
\nLes champ\u00eatres festons dont nous parions nos t\u00eates,
\nNos couplets ing\u00e9nus, nos danses sous l’ormeau !<\/p>\n
\u00d4 ma ch\u00e8re Doris, que nos feux soient durables !
\nIl me faudrait mourir, si je perdais ta foi.
\nTon s\u00e9jour t’offrira des bergers plus aimables,
\nMais tu n’en verras point de plus tendres que moi.<\/p>\n
Que ton amant t’occupe au lever de l’aurore,
\nEt quand le jour t’\u00e9claire, et quand il va finir ;
\nDans tes songes l\u00e9gers, qu’il se retrace encore,
\nEt qu’il soit, au r\u00e9veil, ton premier souvenir.<\/p>\n
Si mes jaloux rivaux te parlaient de leur flamme,
\nRappelle \u00e0 ton esprit mes timides aveux :
\nJe rougis, je tremblai ; tu vis toute mon \u00e2me
\nRespirer sur ma bouche et passer dans mes yeux.<\/p>\n
Et maintenant, grands dieux ! quelle est mon infortune !
\nDe mes plus chers amis je m\u00e9connais la voix,
\nTout ce qui me charmait m’afflige et m’importune ;
\nJe demande Doris \u00e0 tout ce que je vois.<\/p>\n
Tu reposais ici ; souvent dans ce bocage,
\nPench\u00e9 sur tes genoux, je chantais mon amour :
\nL\u00e0, nos agneaux paissaient au m\u00eame p\u00e2turage ;
\nIci, nous nous quittions vers le d\u00e9clin du jour.<\/p>\n
Revenez, revenez, heures d\u00e9licieuses,
\nO\u00f9 Doris habitait ces tranquilles d\u00e9serts,
\nL’\u00e9cho r\u00e9p\u00e9tera mes chansons amoureuses,
\nEt sur ma fl\u00fbte encor je veux former des airs.<\/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":[],"poems-book":[],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[773],"class_list":["post-16466","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","poete-nicolas-germain-leonard"],"yoast_head":"\n