\u00c0 LAURE, DUCHESSE. D\u2019A.<\/p>\n
Puisqu\u2019ils n\u2019ont pas compris dans leur \u00e9troite sph\u00e8re,
\nQu\u2019apr\u00e8s tant de splendeur, de puissance et d\u2019orgueil,
\nIl \u00e9tait grand et beau que la France d\u00fbt faire
\nL\u2019aum\u00f4ne d\u2019une fosse \u00e0 ton noble cercueil ;<\/p>\n
Puisqu\u2019ils n\u2019ont pas senti que celle qui sans crainte
\nToujours loua la gloire et fl\u00e9trit les bourreaux
\nA le droit de dormir sur la colline sainte,
\nA le droit de dormir \u00e0 l\u2019ombre des h\u00e9ros ;<\/p>\n
Puisque le souvenir de nos grandes batailles
\nNe br\u00fble pas en eux comme un sacr\u00e9 flambeau ;
\nPuisqu\u2019ils n\u2019ont pas de c\u0153ur ; puisqu\u2019ils n\u2019ont point d\u2019entrailles ;
\nPuisqu\u2019ils t\u2019ont refus\u00e9 la pierre d\u2019un tombeau ;<\/p>\n
C\u2019est \u00e0 nous de chanter un chant expiatoire !
\nC\u2019est \u00e0 nous de t\u2019offrir notre deuil \u00e0 genoux !
\nC\u2019est \u00e0 nous, c\u2019est \u00e0 nous de prendre ta m\u00e9moire
\nEt de l\u2019ensevelir dans un vers triste et doux !<\/p>\n
C\u2019est \u00e0 nous cette fois de garder, de d\u00e9fendre
\nLa mort contre l\u2019oubli, son p\u00e2le compagnon ;
\nC\u2019est \u00e0 nous d\u2019effeuiller des roses sur ta cendre ;
\nC\u2019est \u00e0 nous de jeter des lauriers sur ton nom !<\/p>\n
Puisqu\u2019un stupide affront, pauvre femme endormie,
\nMonte jusqu\u2019\u00e0 ton front que C\u00e9sar \u00e9toila,
\nC\u2019est \u00e0 moi, dont ta main pressa la main amie,
\nDe te dire tout bas : Ne crains rien ! je suis l\u00e0 !<\/p>\n
Car j\u2019ai ma mission ! car, arm\u00e9 d\u2019une lyre,
\nPlein d\u2019hymnes irrit\u00e9s ardents \u00e0 s\u2019\u00e9pancher,
\nJe garde le tr\u00e9sor des gloires de l\u2019empire ;
\nJe n\u2019ai jamais souffert qu\u2019on os\u00e2t y toucher !<\/p>\n
Car ton c\u0153ur abondait en souvenirs fid\u00e8les !
\nDans notre ciel sinistre et sur nos tristes jours,
\nTon noble esprit planait avec de nobles ailes,
\nComme un aigle souvent, comme un ange toujours !<\/p>\n
Car, forte pour tes maux et bonne pour les n\u00f4tres,
\nLivr\u00e9e \u00e0 la temp\u00eate et femme en proie au sort,
\nJamais tu n\u2019imitas l\u2019exemple de tant d\u2019autres,
\nEt d\u2019une l\u00e2chet\u00e9 tu ne te fis un port !<\/p>\n
Car toi, la muse illustre, et moi, l\u2019obscur ap\u00f4tre,
\nNous avons dans ce monde eu le m\u00eame mandat,
\nEt c\u2019est un n\u0153ud profond qui nous joint l\u2019un \u00e0 l\u2019autre,
\nToi, veuve d\u2019un h\u00e9ros, et moi, fils d\u2019un soldat !<\/p>\n
Aussi, sans me lasser, dans cette Babylone,
\nDes drapeaux insult\u00e9s baisant chaque lambeau,
\nJ\u2019ai dit pour l\u2019empereur : Rendez-lui sa colonne !
\nEt je dirai pour toi : Donnez-lui son tombeau !<\/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":[318],"poems-book":[317],"poemes-theme":[330],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-4493","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-318","poems-book-les-rayons-et-les-ombres","poemes-theme-mort","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n