Je respire o\u00f9 tu palpites,
\nTu sais ; \u00e0 quoi bon, h\u00e9las !
\nRester l\u00e0 si tu me quittes,
\nEt vivre si tu t\u2019en vas ?<\/p>\n
\u00c0 quoi bon vivre, \u00e9tant l\u2019ombre
\nDe cet ange qui s\u2019enfuit !
\n\u00c0 quoi bon, sous le ciel sombre,
\nN\u2019\u00eatre plus que de la nuit ?<\/p>\n
Je suis la fleur des murailles
\nDont avril est le seul bien.
\nIl suffit que tu t\u2019en ailles
\nPour qu\u2019il ne reste plus rien.<\/p>\n
Tu m\u2019entoures d\u2019aur\u00e9oles ;
\nTe voir est mon seul souci.
\nIl suffit que tu t\u2019envoles
\nPour que je m\u2019envole aussi.<\/p>\n
Si tu pars, mon front se penche ;
\nMon \u00e2me au ciel, son berceau,
\nFuira, car dans ta main blanche
\nTu tiens ce sauvage oiseau.<\/p>\n
Que veux-tu que je devienne,
\nSi je n\u2019entends plus ton pas ?
\nEst-ce ta vie ou la mienne
\nQui s\u2019en va ? Je ne sais pas.<\/p>\n
Quand mon courage succombe,
\nJ\u2019en reprends dans ton c\u0153ur pur ;
\nJe suis comme la colombe
\nQui vient boire au lac d\u2019azur.<\/p>\n
L\u2019amour fait comprendre \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e2me
\nL\u2019univers, sombre et b\u00e9ni ;
\nEt cette petite flamme
\nSeule \u00e9claire l\u2019infini.<\/p>\n
Sans toi, toute la nature
\nN\u2019est plus qu\u2019un cachot ferm\u00e9,
\nO\u00f9 je vais \u00e0 l\u2019aventure,
\nP\u00e2le et n\u2019\u00e9tant plus aim\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Sans toi, tout s\u2019effeuille et tombe,
\nL\u2019ombre emplit mon noir sourcil,
\nUne f\u00eate est une tombe,
\nLa patrie est un exil.<\/p>\n
Je t\u2019implore et te r\u00e9clame ;
\nNe fuis pas loin de mes maux,
\n\u00d4 fauvette de mon \u00e2me
\nQui chante dans mes rameaux !<\/p>\n
De quoi puis-je avoir envie,
\nDe quoi puis-je avoir effroi,
\nQue ferai-je de la vie
\nSi tu n\u2019es plus pr\u00e8s de moi ?<\/p>\n
Tu portes dans la lumi\u00e8re,
\nTu portes dans les buissons,
\nSur une aile ma pri\u00e8re,
\nEt sur l\u2019autre mes chansons.<\/p>\n
Que dirai-je aux champs que voile
\nL\u2019inconsolable douleur ?
\nQue ferai-je de l\u2019\u00e9toile ?
\nQue ferai-je de la fleur ?<\/p>\n
Que dirai-je au bois morose
\nQu\u2019illuminait ta douceur ?
\nQue r\u00e9pondrai-je \u00e0 la rose
\nDisant : O\u00f9 donc est ma s\u0153ur ?<\/p>\n
J\u2019en mourrai ; fuis, si tu l\u2019oses.
\n\u00c0 quoi bon, jours r\u00e9volus !
\nRegarder toutes ces choses
\nQu\u2019elle ne regarde plus ?<\/p>\n
Que ferai-je de la lyre,
\nDe la vertu, du destin ?
\nH\u00e9las ! et, sans ton sourire,
\nQue ferai-je du matin ?<\/p>\n
Que ferai-je, seul, farouche,
\nSans toi, du jour et des cieux,
\nDe mes baisers sans ta bouche,
\nEt de mes pleurs sans tes yeux !<\/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":[171,341],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9203","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-224","poems-book-les-contemplations","poemes-theme-amour","poemes-theme-angoisse","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n