Comme elle court ! voyez ! \u2014 Par les poudreux sentiers,
\nPar les gazons tout pleins de touffes d\u2019\u00e9glantiers,
\nPar les bl\u00e9s o\u00f9 le pavot brille,
\nPar les chemins perdus, par les chemins fray\u00e9s,
\nPar les monts, par les bois, par les plaines, voyez
\nComme elle court, la jeune fille !<\/p>\n
Elle est grande, elle est svelte, et quand, d\u2019un pas joyeux,
\nSa corbeille de fleurs sur la t\u00eate, \u00e0 nos yeux
\nElle appara\u00eet vive et fol\u00e2tre,
\n\u00c0 voir sur son beau front s\u2019arrondir ses bras blancs,
\nOn croirait voir de loin, dans nos temples croulants,
\nUne amphore aux anses d\u2019alb\u00e2tre.<\/p>\n
Elle est jeune et rieuse, et chante sa chanson.
\nEt, pieds nus, pr\u00e8s du lac, de buisson en buisson,
\nPoursuit les vertes demoiselles.
\nElle l\u00e8ve sa robe et passe les ruisseaux.
\nElle va, court, s\u2019arr\u00eate, et vole, et les oiseaux
\nPour ses pieds donneraient leurs ailes.<\/p>\n
Quand, le soir, pour la danse on va se r\u00e9unir,
\n\u00c0 l\u2019heure o\u00f9 l\u2019on entend lentement revenir
\nLes grelots du troupeau qui b\u00eale,
\nSans chercher quels atours \u00e0 ses traits conviendront,
\nElle arrive, et la fleur qu\u2019elle attache \u00e0 son front
\nNous semble toujours la plus belle.<\/p>\n
Certes, le vieux Omer, pacha de N\u00e9grepont,
\nPour elle e\u00fbt tout donn\u00e9, vaisseaux \u00e0 triple pont,
\nFoudroyantes artilleries,
\nHarnois de ses chevaux, toisons de ses brebis,
\nEt son rouge turban de soie, et ses habits
\nTout ruisselants de pierreries ;<\/p>\n
Et ses lourds pistolets, ses tromblons \u00e9vas\u00e9s,
\nEt leurs pommeaux d\u2019argent par sa main rude us\u00e9s,
\nEt ses sonores espingoles,
\nEt son courbe damas, et, don plus riche encor,
\nLa grande peau de tigre o\u00f9 pend son carquois d\u2019or,
\nH\u00e9riss\u00e9 de fl\u00e8ches mogoles.<\/p>\n
Il e\u00fbt donn\u00e9 sa housse et son large \u00e9trier ;
\nDonn\u00e9 tous ses tr\u00e9sors avec le tr\u00e9sorier ;
\nDonn\u00e9 ses trois cents concubines ;
\nDonn\u00e9 ses chiens de chasse aux colliers de vermeil ;
\nDonn\u00e9 ses albanais, br\u00fbl\u00e9s par le soleil,
\nAvec leurs longues carabines.<\/p>\n
Il e\u00fbt donn\u00e9 les francs, les juifs et leur rabbin ;
\nSon kiosque rouge et vert, et ses salles de bain
\nAux grands pav\u00e9s de mosa\u00efque ;
\nSa haute citadelle aux cr\u00e9neaux anguleux ;
\nEt sa maison d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 qui se mire aux flots bleus
\nD\u2019un golfe de Cyr\u00e9na\u00efque.<\/p>\n
Tout ! jusqu\u2019au cheval blanc, qu\u2019il \u00e9l\u00e8ve au s\u00e9rail,
\nDont la sueur \u00e0 flots argente le poitrail ;
\nJusqu\u2019au frein que l\u2019or damasquine ;
\nJusqu\u2019\u00e0 cette espagnole, envoi du dey d\u2019Alger,
\nQui soul\u00e8ve, en dansant son fandango l\u00e9ger,
\nLes plis brod\u00e9s de sa basquine !<\/p>\n
Ce n\u2019est point un pacha, c\u2019est un klephte \u00e0 l\u2019\u0153il noir
\nQui l\u2019a prise, et qui n\u2019a rien donn\u00e9 pour l\u2019avoir ;
\nCar la pauvret\u00e9 l\u2019accompagne ;
\nUn klephte a pour tous biens l\u2019air du ciel, l\u2019eau des puits,
\nUn bon fusil bronz\u00e9 par la fum\u00e9e, et puis
\nLa libert\u00e9 sur la montagne.<\/p>\n
14 mai 1828.<\/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":[312],"poems-book":[311],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-4348","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-312","poems-book-les-orientales","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n