J\u2019avais douze ans ; elle en avait bien seize.
\nElle \u00e9tait grande, et, moi, j\u2019\u00e9tais petit.
\nPour lui parler le soir plus \u00e0 mon aise,
\nMoi, j\u2019attendais que sa m\u00e8re sort\u00eet ;
\nPuis je venais m\u2019asseoir pr\u00e8s de sa chaise
\nPour lui parler le soir plus \u00e0 mon aise.<\/p>\n
Que de printemps pass\u00e9s avec leurs fleurs !
\nQue de feux morts, et que de tombes closes !
\nSe souvient-on qu\u2019il fut jadis des c\u0153urs ?
\nSe souvient-on qu\u2019il fut jadis des roses ?
\nElle m\u2019aimait. Je l\u2019aimais. Nous \u00e9tions
\nDeux purs enfants, deux parfums, deux rayons.<\/p>\n
Dieu l\u2019avait faite ange, f\u00e9e et princesse.
\nComme elle \u00e9tait bien plus grande que moi,
\nJe lui faisais des questions sans cesse
\nPour le plaisir de lui dire : Pourquoi ?
\nEt, par moments, elle \u00e9vitait, craintive,
\nMon \u0153il r\u00eaveur qui la rendait pensive.<\/p>\n
Puis j\u2019\u00e9talais mon savoir enfantin,
\nMes jeux, la balle et la toupie agile ;
\nJ\u2019\u00e9tais tout fier d\u2019apprendre le latin ;
\nJe lui montrais mon Ph\u00e8dre et mon Virgile ;
\nJe bravais tout ; rien ne me faisait mal ;
\nJe lui disais : Mon p\u00e8re est g\u00e9n\u00e9ral.<\/p>\n
Quoiqu\u2019on soit femme, il faut parfois qu\u2019on lise
\nDans le latin, qu\u2019on \u00e9pelle en r\u00eavant ;
\nPour lui traduire un verset, \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9glise,
\nJe me penchais sur son livre souvent.
\nUn ange ouvrait sur nous son aile blanche
\nQuand nous \u00e9tions \u00e0 v\u00eapres le dimanche.<\/p>\n
Elle disait de moi : C\u2019est un enfant !
\nJe l\u2019appelais mademoiselle Lise.
\nPour lui traduire un psaume, bien souvent,
\nJe me penchais sur son livre \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9glise ;
\nSi bien qu\u2019un jour, vous le v\u00eetes, mon Dieu !
\nSa joue en fleur toucha ma l\u00e8vre en feu.<\/p>\n
Jeunes amours, si vite \u00e9panouies,
\nVous \u00eates l\u2019aube et le matin du c\u0153ur.
\nCharmez l\u2019enfant, extases inou\u00efes !
\nEt, quand le soir vient avec la douleur,
\nCharmez encor nos \u00e2mes \u00e9blouies,
\nJeunes amours, si vite \u00e9vanouies !<\/p>\n
Mai 1843.<\/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":[224],"poems-book":[225],"poemes-theme":[171,374],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9160","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-224","poems-book-les-contemplations","poemes-theme-amour","poemes-theme-jeunesse","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n