Aimons toujours ! aimons encore !
\nQuand l\u2019amour s\u2019en va, l\u2019espoir fuit.
\nL\u2019amour, c\u2019est le cri de l\u2019aurore,
\nL\u2019amour, c\u2019est l\u2019hymne de la nuit.<\/p>\n
Ce que le flot dit aux rivages,
\nCe que le vent dit aux vieux monts,
\nCe que l\u2019astre dit aux nuages,
\nC\u2019est le mot ineffable : Aimons !<\/p>\n
L\u2019amour fait songer, vivre et croire.
\nIl a, pour r\u00e9chauffer le c\u0153ur,
\nUn rayon de plus que la gloire,
\nEt ce rayon, c\u2019est le bonheur !<\/p>\n
Aime ! qu\u2019on les loue ou les bl\u00e2me,
\nToujours les grands c\u0153urs aimeront.
\nJoins cette jeunesse de l\u2019\u00e2me
\n\u00c0 la jeunesse de ton front !<\/p>\n
Aime, afin de charmer tes heures !
\nAfin qu\u2019on voie en tes beaux yeux
\nDes volupt\u00e9s int\u00e9rieures
\nLe sourire myst\u00e9rieux !<\/p>\n
Aimons-nous toujours davantage !
\nUnissons-nous mieux chaque jour.
\nLes arbres croissent en feuillage ;
\nQue notre \u00e2me croisse en amour !<\/p>\n
Soyons le miroir et l\u2019image !
\nSoyons la fleur et le parfum !
\nLes amants, qui, seuls sous l\u2019ombrage,
\nSe sentent deux et ne sont qu\u2019un !<\/p>\n
Les po\u00ebtes cherchent les belles.
\nLa femme, ange aux chastes faveurs,
\nAime \u00e0 rafra\u00eechir sous ses ailes
\nCes grands fronts br\u00fblants et r\u00eaveurs.<\/p>\n
Venez \u00e0 nous, beaut\u00e9s touchantes !
\nViens \u00e0 moi, toi, mon bien, ma loi !
\nAnge ! viens \u00e0 moi quand tu chantes,
\nEt, quand tu pleures, viens \u00e0 moi !<\/p>\n
Nous seuls comprenons vos extases.
\nCar notre esprit n\u2019est point moqueur ;
\nCar les po\u00ebtes sont les vases
\nO\u00f9 les femmes versent leur c\u0153ur.<\/p>\n
Moi qui ne cherche dans ce monde
\nQue la seule r\u00e9alit\u00e9,
\nMoi qui laisse fuir comme l\u2019onde
\nTout ce qui n\u2019est que vanit\u00e9,<\/p>\n
Je pr\u00e9f\u00e8re aux biens dont s\u2019enivre
\nL\u2019orgueil du soldat ou du roi,
\nL\u2019ombre que tu fais sur mon livre
\nQuand ton front se penche sur moi.<\/p>\n
Toute ambition allum\u00e9e
\nDans notre esprit, brasier subtil,
\nTombe en cendre ou vole en fum\u00e9e,
\nEt l\u2019on se dit : Qu\u2019en reste-t-il ?<\/p>\n
Tout plaisir, fleur \u00e0 peine \u00e9close
\nDans notre avril sombre et terni,
\nS\u2019effeuille et meurt, lys, myrte ou rose,
\nEt l\u2019on se dit : C\u2019est donc fini !<\/p>\n
L\u2019amour seul reste. \u00d4 noble femme,
\nSi tu veux, dans ce vil s\u00e9jour,
\nGarder ta foi, garder ton \u00e2me,
\nGarder ton Dieu, garde l\u2019amour !<\/p>\n
Conserve en ton c\u0153ur, sans rien craindre,
\nDusses-tu pleurer et souffrir,
\nLa flamme qui ne peut s\u2019\u00e9teindre
\nEt la fleur qui ne peut mourir !<\/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],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9200","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-224","poems-book-les-contemplations","poemes-theme-amour","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n