Qu\u2019il est joyeux aujourd\u2019hui,
\nLe ch\u00eane aux rameaux sans nombre,
\nMyst\u00e9rieux point d\u2019appui
\nDe toute la for\u00eat sombre !<\/p>\n
Comme quand nous triomphons,
\nIl fr\u00e9mit, l\u2019arbre civique ;
\nIl r\u00e9pand \u00e0 plis profonds
\nSa grande ombre magnifique.<\/p>\n
D\u2019o\u00f9 lui vient cette ga\u00eet\u00e9 ?
\nD\u2019o\u00f9 vient qu\u2019il vibre et se dresse,
\nEt semble faire \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9
\nUne plus fi\u00e8re caresse ?<\/p>\n
C\u2019est le quatorze juillet.
\n\u00c0 pareil jour, sur la terre
\nLa libert\u00e9 s\u2019\u00e9veillait
\nEt riait dans le tonnerre.<\/p>\n
Peuple, \u00e0 pareil jour r\u00e2lait
\nLe pass\u00e9, ce noir pirate ;
\nParis prenait au collet
\nLa Bastille sc\u00e9l\u00e9rate.<\/p>\n
\u00c0 pareil jour, un d\u00e9cret
\nChassait la nuit de la France,
\nEt l\u2019infini s\u2019\u00e9clairait
\nDu c\u00f4t\u00e9 de l\u2019esp\u00e9rance.<\/p>\n
Tous les ans, \u00e0 pareil jour,
\nLe ch\u00eane au Dieu qui nous cr\u00e9e
\nEnvoie un frisson d\u2019amour.
\nEt rit \u00e0 l\u2019aube sacr\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Il se souvient, tout joyeux,
\nComme on lui prenait ses branches !
\nL\u2019\u00e2me humaine dans les cieux,
\nFi\u00e8re, ouvrait ses ailes blanches.<\/p>\n
Car le vieux ch\u00eane est gaulois ;
\nIl hait la nuit et le clo\u00eetre ;
\nIl ne sait pas d\u2019autres lois
\nQue d\u2019\u00eatre grand et de cro\u00eetre.<\/p>\n
Il est grec, il est romain ;
\nSa cime monte, \u00e2pre et noire,
\nAu-dessus du genre humain
\nDans une lueur de gloire.<\/p>\n
Sa feuille, ch\u00e8re aux soldats,
\nVa, sans peur et sans reproche,
\nDu front d\u2019\u00c9paminondas
\n\u00c0 l\u2019uniforme de Hoche.<\/p>\n
Il est le vieillard des bois ;
\nIl a, richesse de l\u2019\u00e2ge,
\nDans sa racine Autrefois,
\nEt Demain dans son feuillage.<\/p>\n
Les rayons, les vents, les eaux,
\nTremblent dans toutes ses fibres ;
\nComme il a besoin d\u2019oiseaux,
\nIl aime les peuples libres.<\/p>\n
C\u2019est son jour. Il est content.
\nC\u2019est l\u2019immense anniversaire.
\nParis \u00e9tait haletant,
\nLa lumi\u00e8re \u00e9tait sinc\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
Au loin roulait le tambour\u2026 \u2014
\nJour b\u00e9ni ! jour populaire,
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019on vit un chant d\u2019amour
\nSortir d\u2019un cri de col\u00e8re !<\/p>\n
Il tressaille, aux vents berc\u00e9,
\nColosse o\u00f9 dans l\u2019ombre aust\u00e8re
\nL\u2019avenir et le pass\u00e9
\nM\u00ealent leur double myst\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
Les \u00e9clipses, s\u2019il en est,
\nCe vieux na\u00eff les ignore.
\nIl sait que tout ce qui na\u00eet,
\nL\u2019\u0153uf muet, le vent sonore,<\/p>\n
Le nid rempli de bonheur,
\nLa fleur sortant des d\u00e9combres,
\nEst la parole d\u2019honneur
\nQue Dieu donne aux vivants sombres.<\/p>\n
Il sait, calme et souriant,
\nS\u00e9r\u00e9nit\u00e9 formidable !
\nQu\u2019un peuple est un orient,
\nEt que l\u2019astre est imperdable.<\/p>\n
Il me salue en passant,
\nL\u2019arbre auguste et centenaire ;
\nEt dans le bois innocent
\nQui chante et que je v\u00e9n\u00e8re,<\/p>\n
\u00c9talant mille couleurs,
\nAutour du ch\u00eane superbe
\nToutes les petites fleurs
\nFont leur toilette dans l\u2019herbe.<\/p>\n
L\u2019aurore aux pavots dormants
\nVerse sa coupe enchant\u00e9e ;
\nLe lys met ses diamants ;
\nLa rose est d\u00e9collet\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Par-dessus les thyms fleuris
\nLa violette regarde ;
\nUn encens sort de l\u2019iris ;
\nL\u2019\u0153illet semble une cocarde.<\/p>\n
Aux chenilles de velours
\nLe jasmin tend ses aigui\u00e8res ;
\nL\u2019arum conte ses amours,
\nEt la garance ses guerres.<\/p>\n
Le moineau franc, gai, taquin,
\nDans le houx qui se pavoise,
\nD\u2019un refrain r\u00e9publicain
\nOrne sa chanson grivoise.<\/p>\n
L\u2019ajonc rit pr\u00e8s du chemin ;
\nTous les buissons des ravines
\nOnt leur bouquet \u00e0 la main ;
\nL\u2019air est plein de voix divines.<\/p>\n
Et ce doux monde charmant,
\nHeureux sous le ciel prosp\u00e8re,
\n\u00c9panoui, dit ga\u00eement :
\nC\u2019est la f\u00eate du grand-p\u00e8re.<\/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":[463],"poems-book":[445],"poemes-theme":[334,149,387],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9562","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-463","poems-book-les-chansons-des-rues-et-des-bois","poemes-theme-bonheur","poemes-theme-nature","poemes-theme-patrie","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n