\u00d4 mort ! heure splendide ! \u00f4 rayons mortuaires !
\nAvez-vous quelquefois soulev\u00e9 des suaires ?
\nEt, pendant qu\u2019on pleurait, et qu\u2019au chevet du lit,
\nFr\u00e8res, amis, enfants, la m\u00e8re qui p\u00e2lit,
\n\u00c9perdus, sanglotaient dans le deuil qui les navre,
\nAvez-vous regard\u00e9 sourire le cadavre ?
\nTout \u00e0 l\u2019heure il r\u00e2lait, se tordait, \u00e9touffait ;
\nMaintenant il rayonne. Ab\u00eeme ! qui donc fait
\nCette lueur qu\u2019a l\u2019homme en entrant dans les ombres ?
\nQu\u2019est-ce que le s\u00e9pulcre ? et d\u2019o\u00f9 vient, penseurs sombres,
\nCette s\u00e9r\u00e9nit\u00e9 formidable des morts ?
\nC\u2019est que le secret s\u2019ouvre et que l\u2019\u00eatre est dehors ;
\nC\u2019est que l\u2019\u00e2me \u2014 qui voit, puis brille, puis flamboie, \u2014
\nRit, et que le corps m\u00eame a sa terrible joie.
\nLa chair se dit : \u2014 Je vais \u00eatre terre, et germer,
\nEt fleurir comme s\u00e8ve, et, comme fleur, aimer !
\nJe vais me rajeunir dans la jeunesse \u00e9norme
\nDu buisson, de l\u2019eau vive, et du ch\u00eane, et de l\u2019orme,
\nEt me r\u00e9pandre aux lacs, aux flots, aux monts, aux pr\u00e9s,
\nAux rochers, aux splendeurs des grands couchants pourpr\u00e9s,
\nAux ravins, aux halliers, aux brises de la nue,
\nAux murmures profonds de la vie inconnue !
\nJe vais \u00eatre oiseau, vent, cri des eaux, bruit des cieux,
\nEt palpitation du tout prodigieux ! \u2014
\nTous ces atomes las, dont l\u2019homme \u00e9tait le ma\u00eetre,
\nSont joyeux d\u2019\u00eatre mis en libert\u00e9 dans l\u2019\u00eatre,
\nDe vivre, et de rentrer au gouffre qui leur pla\u00eet.
\nL\u2019haleine, que la fi\u00e8vre aigrissait et br\u00fblait,
\nVa devenir parfum, et la voix harmonie ;
\nLe sang va retourner \u00e0 la veine infinie,
\nEt couler, ruisseau clair, aux champs o\u00f9 le b\u0153uf roux
\nMugit le soir avec l\u2019herbe jusqu\u2019aux genoux ;
\nLes os ont d\u00e9j\u00e0 pris la majest\u00e9 des marbres ;
\nLa chevelure sent le grand frisson des arbres,
\nEt songe aux cerfs errants, au lierre, aux nids chantants
\nQui vont l\u2019emplir du souffle ador\u00e9 du printemps.
\nEt voyez le regard, qu\u2019une ombre \u00e9trange voile,
\nEt qui, myst\u00e9rieux, semble un lever d\u2019\u00e9toile !<\/p>\n
Oui, Dieu le veut, la mort, c\u2019est l\u2019ineffable chant
\nDe l\u2019\u00e2me et de la b\u00eate \u00e0 la fin se l\u00e2chant ;
\nC\u2019est une double issue ouverte \u00e0 l\u2019\u00eatre double.
\nDieu disperse, \u00e0 cette heure inexprimable et trouble,
\nLe corps dans l\u2019univers et l\u2019\u00e2me dans l\u2019amour.
\nUne esp\u00e8ce d\u2019azur que dore un vague jour,
\nL\u2019air de l\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9, puissant, calme, salubre,
\nFr\u00e9mit et resplendit sous le linceul lugubre ;
\nEt des plis du drap noir tombent tous nos ennuis.
\nLa mort est bleue. \u00d4 mort ! \u00f4 paix ! L\u2019ombre des nuits,
\nLe roseau des \u00e9tangs, le roc du monticule,
\nL\u2019\u00e9panouissement sombre du cr\u00e9puscule,
\nLe vent, souffle farouche ou providentiel,
\nL\u2019air, la terre, le feu, l\u2019eau, tout, m\u00eame le ciel,
\nSe m\u00eale \u00e0 cette chair qui devient solennelle.
\nUn commencement d\u2019astre \u00e9cl\u00f4t dans la prunelle.<\/p>\n
Au cimeti\u00e8re, ao\u00fbt 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-9294","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-224","poems-book-les-contemplations","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n