Ne vous effrayez pas, douce m\u00e8re inqui\u00e8te
\nDont la bont\u00e9 partout dans la maison s\u2019\u00e9miette,
\nDe le voir si petit, si grave et si pensif.
\nComme un pauvre oiseau blanc qui, seul sur un r\u00e9cif,
\nVoit l\u2019oc\u00e9an vers lui monter du fond de l\u2019ombre,
\nIl regarde d\u00e9j\u00e0 la vie immense et sombre.
\nIl r\u00eave de le voir s\u2019avancer pas \u00e0 pas.
\nO m\u00e8re au c\u0153ur divin, ne vous effrayez pas,
\nVous en qui, \u2014 tant votre \u00e2me est un charmant m\u00e9lange ! \u2014
\nL\u2019ange voit un enfant et l\u2019enfant voit un ange.<\/p>\n
Allons, m\u00e8re, sans trouble et d\u2019un air triomphant
\nBaisez-moi le grand front de ce petit enfant.
\nCe n\u2019est pas un savant, ce n\u2019est pas un prodige,
\nC\u2019est un songeur ; tant mieux. Soyez fi\u00e8re, vous dis-je !
\nLa m\u00e9ditation du g\u00e9nie est la s\u0153ur,
\nM\u00e8re, et l\u2019enfant songeur fait un homme penseur,
\nEt la pens\u00e9e est tout, et la pens\u00e9e ardente
\nDonne \u00e0 Milton le ciel, donne l\u2019enfer \u00e0 Dante !
\nUn jour il sera grand. L\u2019avenir glorieux
\nAttend, n\u2019en doutez pas, l\u2019enfant myst\u00e9rieux
\nQui veut savoir comment chaque chose se nomme,
\nEt questionne tout, un mur autant qu\u2019un homme.
\nQui sait si, ramassant \u00e0 terre sans effort
\nLe ciseau colossal de Michel-Ange mort,
\nIl ne doit pas, livrant au granit des batailles,
\nFaire au marbre \u00e9tonn\u00e9 de superbes entailles ?
\nOu, comme Bonaparte ou bien Fran\u00e7ois premier,
\nPrendre, joueur d\u2019\u00e9checs, l\u2019Europe pour damier ?
\nQui sait s\u2019il n\u2019ira point, voguant \u00e0 toute voile,
\nAjoutant \u00e0 son \u0153il, que l\u2019ombre humaine voile,
\nL\u2019\u0153il du long t\u00e9lescope au regard effrayant,
\nOu l\u2019\u0153il de la pens\u00e9e encor plus clairvoyant,
\nSaisir, dans l\u2019azur vaste ou dans la mer profonde,
\nUn astre comme Herschell, comme Colomb un monde ?<\/p>\n
Qui sait ? Laissez grandir ce petit s\u00e9rieux.
\nIl ne voit m\u00eame pas nos regards curieux.
\nPeut-\u00eatre que d\u00e9j\u00e0 ce pauvre enfant fragile
\nR\u00eave, comme r\u00eavait l\u2019enfant qui fut Virgile,
\nAu combat que poursuit le po\u00e8te \u00e9clatant ;
\nEt qu\u2019il veut, aussi lui, tenter, vaincre, et sortant
\nPar un chemin nouveau de la sph\u00e8re o\u00f9 nous sommes,
\nVoltiger, nom ail\u00e9, sur les bouches des hommes.<\/p>\n
9 juin 1837<\/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":[291],"poems-book":[292],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-4475","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-291","poems-book-les-voix-interieures","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n