La foule des vivants rit et suit sa folie,
\nTant\u00f4t pour son plaisir, tant\u00f4t pour son tourment ;
\nMais par les morts muets, par les morts qu\u2019on oublie,
\nMoi, r\u00eaveur, je me sens regard\u00e9 fixement.<\/p>\n
Ils savent que je suis l\u2019homme des solitudes,
\nLe promeneur pensif sous les arbres \u00e9pais,
\nL\u2019esprit qui trouve, ayant ses douleurs pour \u00e9tudes,
\nAu seuil de tout le trouble, au fond de tout la paix !<\/p>\n
Ils savent l\u2019attitude attentive et pench\u00e9e
\nQue j\u2019ai parmi les buis, les fosses et les croix ;
\nIls m\u2019entendent marcher sur la feuille s\u00e9ch\u00e9e ;
\nIls m\u2019ont vu contempler des ombres dans les bois,<\/p>\n
Ils comprennent ma voix sur le monde \u00e9panch\u00e9e,
\nMieux que vous, \u00f4 vivants bruyants et querelleurs !
\nLes hymnes de la lyre en mon \u00e2me cach\u00e9e,
\nPour vous ce sont des chants, pour eux ce sont des pleurs.<\/p>\n
Moi, c\u2019est l\u00e0 que je vis ! \u2014 cueillant les roses blanches,
\nConsolant les tombeaux d\u00e9laiss\u00e9s trop longtemps,
\nJe passe et je reviens, je d\u00e9range les branches,
\nJe fait du bruit dans l\u2019herbe, et les morts sont contents.<\/p>\n
L\u00e0 je r\u00eave ! et, r\u00f4dant dans le champ l\u00e9thargique,
\nJe vois, avec des yeux dans ma pens\u00e9e ouverts,
\nSe transformer mon \u00e2me en un monde magique,
\nMiroir myst\u00e9rieux du visible univers.<\/p>\n
Regardant sans les voir de vagues scarab\u00e9es,
\nDes rameaux indistincts, des formes, des couleurs,
\nL\u00e0, j\u2019ai dans l\u2019ombre, assis sur des pierres tomb\u00e9es,
\nDes \u00e9blouissements de rayons et de fleurs.<\/p>\n
L\u00e0, le songe id\u00e9al qui remplit ma paupi\u00e8re
\nFlotte, lumineux voile, entre la terre et nous ;
\nL\u00e0, mes doutes ingrats se fondent en pri\u00e8re ;
\nJe commence debout et j\u2019ach\u00e8ve \u00e0 genoux.<\/p>\n
Comme au creux du rocher vole l\u2019humble colombe,
\nCherchant la goutte d\u2019eau qui tombe avant le jour,
\nMon esprit alt\u00e9r\u00e9, dans l\u2019ombre de la tombe,
\nVa boire un peu de foi, d\u2019esp\u00e9rance et d\u2019amour !<\/p>\n
13 mars 1840.<\/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":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-4495","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-318","poems-book-les-rayons-et-les-ombres","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n