Lorsque l\u2019enfant para\u00eet, le cercle de famille
\nApplaudit \u00e0 grands cris. Son doux regard qui brille
\nFait briller tous les yeux,
\nEt les plus tristes fronts, les plus souill\u00e9s peut-\u00eatre,
\nSe d\u00e9rident soudain \u00e0 voir l\u2019enfant para\u00eetre,
\nInnocent et joyeux.<\/p>\n
Soit que juin ait verdi mon seuil, ou que novembre
\nFasse autour d\u2019un grand feu vacillant dans la chambre
\nLes chaises se toucher,
\nQuand l\u2019enfant vient, la joie arrive et nous \u00e9claire.
\nOn rit, on se r\u00e9crie, on l\u2019appelle, et sa m\u00e8re
\nTremble \u00e0 le voir marcher.<\/p>\n
Quelquefois nous parlons, en remuant la flamme,
\nDe patrie et de Dieu, des po\u00ebtes, de l\u2019\u00e2me
\nQui s\u2019\u00e9l\u00e8ve en priant ;
\nL\u2019enfant para\u00eet, adieu le ciel et la patrie
\nEt les po\u00ebtes saints ! la grave causerie
\nS\u2019arr\u00eate en souriant.<\/p>\n
La nuit, quand l\u2019homme dort, quand l\u2019esprit r\u00eave, \u00e0 l\u2019heure
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019on entend g\u00e9mir, comme une voix qui pleure,
\nL\u2019onde entre les roseaux,
\nSi l\u2019aube tout \u00e0 coup l\u00e0-bas luit comme un phare,
\nSa clart\u00e9 dans les champs \u00e9veille une fanfare
\nDe cloches et d\u2019oiseaux.<\/p>\n
Enfant, vous \u00eates l\u2019aube et mon \u00e2me est la plaine
\nQui des plus douces fleurs embaume son haleine
\nQuand vous la respirez ;
\nMon \u00e2me est la for\u00eat dont les sombres ramures
\nS\u2019emplissent pour vous seul de suaves murmures
\nEt de rayons dor\u00e9s !<\/p>\n
Car vos beaux yeux sont pleins de douceurs infinies,
\nCar vos petites mains, joyeuses et b\u00e9nies
\nN\u2019ont point mal fait encor ;
\nJamais vos jeunes pas n\u2019ont touch\u00e9 notre fange,
\nT\u00eate sacr\u00e9e ! enfant aux cheveux blonds ! bel ange
\n\u00c0 l\u2019aur\u00e9ole d\u2019or !<\/p>\n
Vous \u00eates parmi nous la colombe de l\u2019arche.
\nVos pieds tendres et purs n\u2019ont point l\u2019\u00e2ge o\u00f9 l\u2019on marche,
\nVos ailes sont d\u2019azur.
\nSans le comprendre encor vous regardez le monde.
\nDouble virginit\u00e9 ! corps o\u00f9 rien n\u2019est immonde,
\n\u00c2me o\u00f9 rien n\u2019est impur !<\/p>\n
Il est si beau, l\u2019enfant, avec son doux sourire,
\nSa douce bonne foi, sa voix qui veut tout dire,
\nSes pleurs vite apais\u00e9s,
\nLaissant errer sa vue \u00e9tonn\u00e9e et ravie,
\nOffrant de toutes parts sa jeune \u00e2me \u00e0 la vie
\nEt sa bouche aux baisers !<\/p>\n
Seigneur ! pr\u00e9servez-moi, pr\u00e9servez ceux que j\u2019aime,
\nFr\u00e8res, parents, amis, et mes ennemis m\u00eame
\nDans le mal triomphants,
\nDe jamais voir, Seigneur ! l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 sans fleurs vermeilles,
\nLa cage sans oiseaux, la ruche sans abeilles,
\nLa maison sans enfants !<\/p>\n
18 mai 1830.<\/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":[314],"poems-book":[313],"poemes-theme":[334,356,404],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-4388","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-314","poems-book-les-feuilles-dautomne","poemes-theme-bonheur","poemes-theme-espoir","poemes-theme-naissance","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n