Mugissement des b\u0153ufs, au temps du doux Virgile,
\nComme aujourd\u2019hui, le soir, quand fuit la nue agile,
\nOu, le matin, quand l\u2019aube aux champs extasi\u00e9s
\nVerse \u00e0 flots la ros\u00e9e et le jour, vous disiez :<\/p>\n
\u2014 M\u00fbrissez, bl\u00e9s mouvants ! pr\u00e9s, emplissez-vous d\u2019herbes !
\nQue la terre, agitant son panache de gerbes,
\nChante dans l\u2019onde d\u2019or d\u2019une riche moisson !
\nVis, b\u00eate ; vis, caillou ; vis, homme ; vis, buisson !
\n\u00c0 l\u2019heure o\u00f9 le soleil se couche, o\u00f9 l\u2019herbe est pleine
\nDes grands fant\u00f4mes noirs des arbres de la plaine
\nJusqu\u2019aux lointains coteaux rampant et grandissant,
\nQuand le brun laboureur des collines descend
\nEt retourne \u00e0 son toit d\u2019o\u00f9 sort une fum\u00e9e,
\nQue la soif de revoir sa femme bien-aim\u00e9e
\nEt l\u2019enfant qu\u2019en ses bras hier il r\u00e9chauffait,
\nQue ce d\u00e9sir, croissant \u00e0 chaque pas qu\u2019il fait,
\nImite dans son c\u0153ur l\u2019allongement de l\u2019ombre !
\n\u00catres ! choses ! vivez ! sans peur, sans deuil, sans nombre !
\nQue tout s\u2019\u00e9panouisse en sourire vermeil !
\nQue l\u2019homme ait le repos et le b\u0153uf le sommeil !
\nVivez ! croissez ! semez le grain \u00e0 l\u2019aventure !
\nQu\u2019on sente frissonner dans toute la nature,
\nSous la feuille des nids, au seuil blanc des maisons,
\nDans l\u2019obscur tremblement des profonds horizons,
\nUn vaste emportement d\u2019aimer, dans l\u2019herbe verte,
\nDans l\u2019antre, dans l\u2019\u00e9tang, dans la clairi\u00e8re ouverte,
\nD\u2019aimer sans fin, d\u2019aimer toujours, d\u2019aimer encor,
\nSous la s\u00e9r\u00e9nit\u00e9 des sombres astres d\u2019or !
\nFaites tressaillir l\u2019air, le flot, l\u2019aile, la bouche,
\n\u00d4 palpitations du grand amour farouche !
\nQu\u2019on sente le baiser de l\u2019\u00eatre illimit\u00e9 !
\nEt, paix, vertu, bonheur, esp\u00e9rance, bont\u00e9,
\n\u00d4 fruits divins, tombez des branches \u00e9ternelles ! \u2014<\/p>\n
Ainsi vous parliez, voix, grandes voix solennelles ;
\nEt Virgile \u00e9coutait comme j\u2019\u00e9coute, et l\u2019eau
\nVoyait passer le cygne auguste, et le bouleau
\nLe vent, et le rocher l\u2019\u00e9cume, et le ciel sombre
\nL\u2019homme\u2026 \u00d4 nature ! ab\u00eeme ! immensit\u00e9 de l\u2019ombre !<\/p>\n
Marine-Terrace, juillet 1855.<\/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":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9272","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-224","poems-book-les-contemplations","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n