L\u2019aigle, c\u2019est le g\u00e9nie ! oiseau de la temp\u00eate,
\nQui des monts les plus hauts cherche le plus haut fa\u00eete ;
\nDont le cri fier, du jour chante l\u2019ardent r\u00e9veil ;
\nQui ne souille jamais sa serre dans la fange,
\nEt dont l\u2019\u0153il flamboyant incessamment \u00e9change
\n\ufeffDes \u00e9clairs avec le soleil.<\/p>\n
Son nid n\u2019est pas un nid de mousse ; c\u2019est une aire,
\nQuelque rocher, creus\u00e9 par un coup de tonnerre,
\nQuelque br\u00e8che d\u2019un pic, \u00e9pouvantable aux yeux,
\nQuelque croulant asile, aux flancs des monts sublimes,
\nQu\u2019on voit, battu des vents, pendre entre deux ab\u00eemes,
\n\ufeffLe noir pr\u00e9cipice et les cieux !<\/p>\n
Ce n\u2019est pas l\u2019humble ver, les abeilles dor\u00e9es,
\nLa verte demoiselle aux ailes bigarr\u00e9es,
\nQu\u2019attendent ses petits, b\u00e9ants, de faim press\u00e9s ;
\nNon ! c\u2019est l\u2019oiseau douteux, qui dans la nuit v\u00e9g\u00e8te ;
\nC\u2019est l\u2019immonde l\u00e9zard, c\u2019est le serpent qu\u2019il jette,
\n\ufeffHideux, aux aiglons h\u00e9riss\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Nid royal ! palais sombre, et que d\u2019un flot de neige
\nLa roulante avalanche en bondissant assi\u00e8ge !
\nLe g\u00e9nie y nourrit ses fils avec amour,
\nEt, tournant au soleil leurs yeux remplis de flammes,
\nSous son aile de feu couve de jeunes \u00e2mes,
\n\ufeffQui prendront des ailes un jour !<\/p>\n
Pourquoi donc t\u2019\u00e9tonner, ami, si sur ta t\u00eate,
\nLourd de foudres, d\u00e9j\u00e0 le nuage s\u2019arr\u00eate ?
\nSi quelque impur reptile en ton nid se d\u00e9bat ?
\nCe sont tes premiers jeux, c\u2019est ta premi\u00e8re f\u00eate ;
\nPour vous autres aiglons, chaque heure a sa temp\u00eate,
\n\ufeffChaque festin est un combat.<\/p>\n
Rayonne, il en est temps ! et, s\u2019il vient un orage,
\nEn prisme \u00e9blouissant change le noir nuage.
\nQue ta haute pens\u00e9e accomplisse sa loi.
\nViens, joins ta main de fr\u00e8re \u00e0 ma main fraternelle.
\nPo\u00ebte, prends ta lyre ; aigle, ouvre ta jeune aile ;
\n\ufeff\u00c9toile, \u00e9toile, l\u00e8ve-toi !<\/p>\n
La brume de ton aube, ami, va se dissoudre.
\nFais-toi conna\u00eetre, aiglon, du soleil, de la foudre.
\nViens arracher un nom par tes chants inspir\u00e9s ;
\nViens ; cette gloire, en butte \u00e0 tant de traits vulgaires,
\nRessemble aux fiers drapeaux qu\u2019on rapporte des guerres,
\n\ufeffPlus beaux quand ils sont d\u00e9chir\u00e9s !<\/p>\n
Vois l\u2019astre chevelu qui, royal m\u00e9t\u00e9ore,
\nRoule, en se grossissant des mondes qu\u2019il d\u00e9vore ;
\nTel, \u00f4 jeune g\u00e9ant, qui t\u2019accrois tous les jours,
\nTel ton g\u00e9nie ardent, loin des routes trac\u00e9es,
\nEntra\u00eenant dans son cours des mondes de pens\u00e9es,
\n\ufeffToujours marche et grandit toujours !<\/p>\n
D\u00e9cembre 1827.<\/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":[310],"poems-book":[309],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-4285","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-310","poems-book-odes-et-ballades","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n