Vous avez dans le port pouss\u00e9 ma voile errante ;
\nMa tige a refleuri de s\u00e8ve et de verdeur ;
\nSeigneur, je vous b\u00e9nis ! de ma lampe mourante
\nVotre souffle vivant rallume la splendeur.<\/p>\n
Surpris par l\u2019ouragan comme un aiglon sans ailes,
\nQui tombe du grand ch\u00eane au pied de l\u2019arbrisseau,
\nFaible enfant, du malheur j\u2019ai su les lois cruelles.
\nL\u2019orage m\u2019assaillit voguant dans mon berceau.<\/p>\n
Oui, la vie a pour moi commenc\u00e9 d\u00e8s l\u2019enfance,
\nQuoique le ciel jamais n\u2019ait foudroy\u00e9 de fleurs,
\nEt qu\u2019il ne veuille pas qu\u2019un \u00eatre sans d\u00e9fense
\nM\u00eale \u00e0 ses premiers jours l\u2019amertume des pleurs.<\/p>\n
La jeunesse en riant m\u2019apporta ses mensonges,
\nSon avenir de gloire, et d\u2019amour, et d\u2019orgueil ;
\nMais quand mon c\u0153ur br\u00fblant poursuivait ces beaux songes ;
\nH\u00e9las ! je m\u2019\u00e9veillai dans la nuit d\u2019un cercueil.<\/p>\n
Alors je m\u2019exilai du milieu de mes fr\u00e8res.
\nCalme, car ma douleur n\u2019\u00e9tait pas le remords,
\nJ\u2019accompagnais de loin les pompes fun\u00e9raires :
\nL\u2019hymne de l\u2019orphelin est \u00e9cout\u00e9 des morts.<\/p>\n
L\u2019\u0153il tourn\u00e9 vers le ciel, je marchais dans l\u2019ab\u00eeme ;
\nBien souvent, de mon sort bravant l\u2019injuste affront,
\nLes flammes ont jailli de ma pens\u00e9e intime,
\nEt la langue de feu descendit sur mon front.<\/p>\n
Mon esprit de Pathmos connut le saint d\u00e9lire,
\nL\u2019effroi qui le pr\u00e9c\u00e8de et l\u2019effroi qui le suit ;
\nEt mon \u00e2me \u00e9tait triste, et les chants de ma lyre
\n\u00c9taient comme ces voix qui pleurent dans la nuit.<\/p>\n
J\u2019ai vu sans murmurer la fuite de ma joie,
\nSeigneur ; \u00e0 l\u2019abandon vous m\u2019aviez condamn\u00e9.
\nJ\u2019ai, sans plainte, au d\u00e9sert tent\u00e9 la triple voie ;
\nEt je n\u2019ai pas maudit le jour o\u00f9 je suis n\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Voici la v\u00e9rit\u00e9 qu\u2019au monde je r\u00e9v\u00e8le :
\nDu ciel dans mon n\u00e9ant je me suis souvenu.
\nLouez Dieu ! la brebis vient quand l\u2019agneau l\u2019appelle ;
\nJ\u2019appelais le Seigneur, le Seigneur est venu.<\/p>\n
Il m\u2019a dit : \u2014 Va, mon fils, ma loi n\u2019est pas pesante !
\nToi qui, dans la nuit m\u00eame, as suivi mes chemins,
\nTu ceindras des heureux la robe \u00e9blouissante ;
\nParmi les innocents tu laveras tes mains. \u2014<\/p>\n
Je ne veux plus de loin t\u2019offrir ma vie obscure,
\nGloire, immortel reflet de l\u2019\u00e9ternel flambeau,
\nDu g\u00e9nie en son cours trace \u00e9clatante et pure,
\nOu rayon merveilleux, \u00e9man\u00e9 d\u2019un tombeau !<\/p>\n
Un ange sur mon c\u0153ur ploie aujourd\u2019hui ses ailes.
\nPour Elle un orphelin n\u2019est pas un \u00e9tranger ;
\nLes heures de mes jours \u00e0 ses c\u00f4t\u00e9s sont belles ;
\nCar son joug est aimable et son fardeau l\u00e9ger.<\/p>\n
Vous avez dans le port pouss\u00e9 ma voile errante ;
\nMa tige a refleuri de s\u00e8ve et de verdeur ;
\nSeigneur, je vous b\u00e9nis ! de ma lampe mourante
\nVotre souffle vivant rallume la splendeur.<\/p>\n
Ao\u00fbt 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-4300","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-310","poems-book-odes-et-ballades","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n