Trois amis l\u2019entouraient. C\u2019\u00e9tait \u00e0 l\u2019\u00c9lys\u00e9e.
\nOn voyait du dehors luire cette crois\u00e9e.
\nRegardant venir l\u2019heure et l\u2019aiguille marcher,
\nIl \u00e9tait l\u00e0, pensif ; et, r\u00eavant d\u2019attacher
\nLe nom de Bonaparte aux exploits de Cartouche,
\nIl sentait approcher son guet-apens farouche.
\nD\u2019un pied distrait dans l\u2019\u00e2tre il poussait le tison.
\nEt voici ce que dit l\u2019homme de trahison :
\n\u2014 \u00ab Cette nuit vont surgir mes projets invisibles.
\nLes Saint-Barth\u00e9lemy sont encore possibles.
\nParis dort, comme aux temps de Charles de Valois ;
\nVous allez dans un sac mettre toutes les lois,
\nEt par-dessus le pont les jeter dans la Seine. \u00bb \u2014
\n\u00d4 ruffians ! b\u00e2tards de la fortune obsc\u00e8ne,
\nN\u00e9s du honteux co\u00eft de l\u2019intrigue et du sort !
\nRien qu\u2019en songeant \u00e0 vous mon vers indign\u00e9 sort,
\nEt mon c\u0153ur orageux dans ma poitrine gronde
\nComme le ch\u00eane au vent dans la for\u00eat profonde !<\/p>\n
Comme ils sortaient tous trois de la maison Bancal,
\nMorny, Maupas le grec, Saint-Arnaud le chacal,
\nVoyant passer ce groupe oblique et taciturne,
\nLes clochers de Paris, sonnant l\u2019heure nocturne,
\nS\u2019effor\u00e7aient vainement d\u2019imiter le tocsin ;
\nLes pav\u00e9s de Juillet criaient : \u00e0 l\u2019assassin !
\nTous les spectres sanglants des antiques carnages,
\nR\u00e9veill\u00e9s, se montraient du doigt ces personnages ;
\nLa Marseillaise, archange aux chants a\u00e9riens,
\nMurmurait dans les cieux : aux armes, citoyens !
\nParis dormait, h\u00e9las ! et bient\u00f4t, sur les places,
\nSur les quais, les soldats, dociles populaces,
\nJanissaires conduits par Reybell et Sauboul,
\nPay\u00e9s comme \u00e0 Byzance, ivres comme \u00e0 Stamboul,
\nCeux de Dulac, et ceux de Korte et d\u2019Espinasse,
\nLa cartouchi\u00e8re au flanc et dans l\u2019\u0153il la menace,
\nVinrent, le r\u00e9giment apr\u00e8s le r\u00e9giment,
\nEt le long des maisons ils passaient lentement,
\n\u00c0 pas sourds, comme on voit les tigres dans les jongles
\nQui rampent sur le ventre en allongeant leurs ongles ;
\nEt la nuit \u00e9tait morne, et Paris sommeillait
\nComme un aigle endormi pris sous un noir filet.<\/p>\n
Les chefs attendaient l\u2019aube en fumant leurs cigares.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 cosaques ! voleurs ! chauffeurs ! routiers ! bulgares !
\n\u00d4 g\u00e9n\u00e9raux brigands ! bagne, je te les rends !
\nLes juges d\u2019autrefois pour des crimes moins grands
\nOnt br\u00fbl\u00e9 la Voisin et rou\u00e9 vif Desrues !<\/p>\n
\u00c9clairant leur affiche inf\u00e2me au coin des rues
\nEt le l\u00e2che armement de ces filous hardis,
\nLe jour parut. La nuit, complice des bandits,
\nPrit la fuite, et, tra\u00eenant \u00e0 la h\u00e2te ses voiles,
\nDans les plis de sa robe emporta les \u00e9toiles
\nEt les mille soleils dans l\u2019ombre \u00e9tincelant,
\nComme les sequins d\u2019or qu\u2019emporte en s\u2019en allant
\nUne fille, aux baisers du crime habitu\u00e9e,
\nQui se rhabille apr\u00e8s s\u2019\u00eatre prostitu\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Bruxelles, janvier 1852.<\/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":[440],"poems-book":[439],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9053","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-440","poems-book-les-chatiments","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n