\u00c0 toi ! toujours \u00e0 toi ! Que chanterait ma lyre ?
\n\u00c0 toi l\u2019hymne d\u2019amour ! \u00e0 toi l\u2019hymne d\u2019hymen !
\nQuel autre nom pourrait \u00e9veiller mon d\u00e9lire ?
\nAi-je appris d\u2019autres chants ? sais-je un autre chemin ?<\/p>\n
C\u2019est toi, dont le regard \u00e9claire ma nuit sombre ;
\nToi, dont l\u2019image luit sur mon sommeil joyeux ;
\nC\u2019est toi qui tiens ma main quand je marche dans l\u2019ombre,
\nEt les rayons du ciel me viennent de tes yeux !<\/p>\n
Mon destin est gard\u00e9 par ta douce pri\u00e8re ;
\nElle veille sur moi quand mon ange s\u2019endort ;
\nLorsque mon c\u0153ur entend ta voix modeste et fi\u00e8re,
\nAu combat de la vie il provoque le sort.<\/p>\n
N\u2019est-il pas dans le ciel de voix qui te r\u00e9clame ?
\nN\u2019es-tu pas une fleur \u00e9trang\u00e8re \u00e0 nos champs ?
\nS\u0153ur des vierges du ciel, ton \u00e2me est pour mon \u00e2me
\nLe reflet de leurs feux et l\u2019\u00e9cho de leurs chants !<\/p>\n
Quand ton \u0153il noir et doux me parle et me contemple,
\nQuand ta robe m\u2019effleure avec un l\u00e9ger bruit,
\nJe crois avoir touch\u00e9 quelque voile du temple,
\nJe dis comme Tobie : Un ange est dans ma nuit !<\/p>\n
Lorsque de mes douleurs tu chassas le nuage,
\nJe compris qu\u2019\u00e0 ton sort mon sort devait s\u2019unir,
\nPareil au saint pasteur, lass\u00e9 d\u2019un long voyage,
\nQui vit vers la fontaine une vierge venir !<\/p>\n
Je t\u2019aime comme un \u00eatre au-dessus de ma vie,
\nComme une antique a\u00efeule aux pr\u00e9voyants discours,
\nComme une s\u0153ur craintive, \u00e0 mes maux asservie,
\nComme un dernier enfant, qu\u2019on a dans ses vieux jours.<\/p>\n
H\u00e9las ! je t\u2019aime tant qu\u2019\u00e0 ton nom seul je pleure !
\nJe pleure, car la vie est si pleine de maux !
\nDans ce morne d\u00e9sert tu n\u2019as point de demeure,
\nEt l\u2019arbre o\u00f9 l\u2019on s\u2019assied l\u00e8ve ailleurs ses rameaux.<\/p>\n
Mon Dieu ! mettez la paix et la joie aupr\u00e8s d\u2019elle.
\nNe troublez pas ses jours, ils sont \u00e0 vous, Seigneur !
\nVous devez la b\u00e9nir, car son \u00e2me fid\u00e8le
\nDemande \u00e0 la vertu le secret du bonheur.<\/p>\n
1823.<\/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-4298","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-310","poems-book-odes-et-ballades","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n