\u00d4 Muse, contiens-toi ! muse aux hymnes d\u2019airain !
\nMuse de loi juste et du droit souverain !
\nToi dont la bouche abonde en mots tremp\u00e9s de flamme,
\nEtincelles de feu qui sortent de ton \u00e2me,<\/p>\n
Oh ! ne dis rien encore et laisse-les aller !
\nAttends que l\u2019heure vienne o\u00f9 tu puisses parler.
\nEndure le spectacle en vierge r\u00e9sign\u00e9e.
\nQu\u2019\u00e0 peine un mouvement de ta l\u00e8vre indign\u00e9e.
\nR\u00e9v\u00e8le ton courroux au fond du c\u0153ur grondant.
\nDans ce si\u00e8cle o\u00f9 chacun, noyant ou f\u00e9condant,
\nSe r\u00e9pand au hasard comme l\u2019eau d\u2019un orage,
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019on ne voit partout qu\u2019impuissance et que rage,
\nQu\u2019inutiles fardeaux qu\u2019on s\u2019obstine \u00e0 rouler,
\nQue Samsons \u00e9cras\u00e9s sous ce qu\u2019il font crouler,
\nLe plus fort est celui qui tient sa force en bride.
\nL\u2019oc\u00e9an quelquefois montre \u00e0 peine une ride.
\nJusqu\u2019au jour d\u2019\u00e9clater, plus proche qu\u2019on ne croit,
\nNe te d\u00e9pense pas. Qui se contient s\u2019accro\u00eet.<\/p>\n
Aie au milieu de tous l\u2019attitude \u00e9lev\u00e9e
\nD\u2019une lente d\u00e9esse \u00e0 punir r\u00e9serv\u00e9e,
\nQui, recueillant sa force ainsi qu\u2019un saint tr\u00e9sor,
\nPourrait depuis longtemps et ne veut pas encor !<\/p>\n
Va cependant ! \u2014 contemple et le ciel et le monde.
\nEt que tous ceux qui font quelque travail immonde,
\nQue ces trafiquants vils \u00e9pris d\u2019un sac d\u2019argent,
\nQue ces menteurs publics, au langage changeant,
\nPleins de m\u00e9chancet\u00e9 dans leur \u00e2me hypocrite
\nEt dor\u00e9s au dehors de quelque faux m\u00e9rite,
\nToux ceux, grands et petits, que marque un sceau fatal,
\nQue l\u2019envieux b\u00e2tard accroupi dans le mal,
\nQue ce tribun valet, plus l\u00e2che qu\u2019une femme,
\nQui dans les carrefours vend sa parole inf\u00e2me,
\nToujours pr\u00eat pour l\u2019or \u00e0 souffleter la loi,
\nForgeant l\u2019\u00e9meute au peuple ou la censure au roi,
\nQue l\u2019ami faux par qui la haine s\u2019ensemence,
\nEt ceux qui nuit et jour occupent leur d\u00e9mence
\nD\u2019une orgie effront\u00e9e au tumulte hideux,
\nTe regardent passer tranquille au milieu d\u2019eux,
\nSaluant gravement les fronts que tu r\u00e9v\u00e8res,
\nMuette, et l\u2019\u0153il pourtant plein de choses s\u00e9v\u00e8res !
\nFouille ces c\u0153urs profonds de ton regard ardent.
\nEt que, lorsque le peuple ira se demandant :
\n\u2014 Sur qui donc va tomber, dans la foule \u00e9perdue,
\nCette foudre en \u00e9clairs dans ses yeux suspendue ? \u2014
\nChacun d\u2019eux, contemplant son \u0153uvre avec effroi,
\nSe dise en frissonnant : C\u2019est peut-\u00eatre sur moi !<\/p>\n
En attendant, demeure impassible et sereine.
\nQu\u2019aucun pan de ta robe en leur fange ne tra\u00eene ;
\nEt que tous ces pervers tremblent d\u00e8s \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent
\nDe voir aupr\u00e8s de toi, formidable, et posant
\nSon ongle de lion sur ta lyre \u00e9toil\u00e9e,
\nTa col\u00e8re superbe \u00e0 tes pieds musel\u00e9e !<\/p>\n
6 septembre 1836.<\/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-4481","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-291","poems-book-les-voix-interieures","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n