Il songe. Il s\u2019est assis r\u00eaveur sous un \u00e9rable.
\nEntend-il murmurer la for\u00eat v\u00e9n\u00e9rable ?
\nRegarde-t-il les fleurs ? regarde-t-il les cieux ?
\nIl songe. La nature au front myst\u00e9rieux
\nFait tout ce qu\u2019elle peut pour apaiser les hommes ;
\nDu coteau plein de vigne au verger plein de pommes
\nLes mouches viennent, vont, reviennent ; les oiseaux
\nJettent leur petite ombre errante sur les eaux ;
\nLe moulin prend la source et l\u2019arr\u00eate au passage ;
\nL\u2019\u00e9tang est un miroir o\u00f9 le frais paysage
\nSe renverse et se change en vague vision ;
\nTout dans la profondeur fait une fonction ;
\nPas d\u2019atome qui n\u2019ait sa t\u00e2che ; tout s\u2019agite ;
\nLe grain dans le sillon, la b\u00eate dans son g\u00eete,
\nOnt un but ; la mati\u00e8re ob\u00e9it \u00e0 l\u2019aimant ;
\nL\u2019immense herbe infinie est un fourmillement ;
\nPartout le mouvement sans rel\u00e2che et sans tr\u00eave,
\nDans ce qui pousse, cro\u00eet, monte, descend, se l\u00e8ve,
\nDans le nid, dans le chien harcelant les troupeaux,
\nDans l\u2019astre ; et la surface est le vaste repos ;<\/p>\n
En dessous tout s\u2019efforce, en dessus tout sommeille ;
\nOn dirait que l\u2019obscure immensit\u00e9 vermeille
\nQui balance la mer pour bercer l\u2019alcyon,
\nEt que nous appelons Vie et Cr\u00e9ation,
\nCharmante, fait semblant de dormir, et caresse
\nL\u2019universel travail avec de la paresse.
\nQuel \u00e9blouissement pour l\u2019\u0153il contemplateur !
\nDe partout, du vallon, du pr\u00e9, de la hauteur,
\nDu bois qui s\u2019\u00e9paissit et du ciel qui rougeoie,
\nSort cette ombre, la paix, et ce rayon, la joie.
\nEt maintenant, tandis qu\u2019\u00e0 travers les ravins,
\nUne petite fille avec des yeux divins
\nEt de lestes pieds nus dignes de Praxit\u00e8le,
\nChasse \u00e0 coups de sarment sa ch\u00e8vre devant elle,
\nVoici ce qui remue en l\u2019\u00e2me du banni :<\/p>\n
\u2014 H\u00e9las ! tout n\u2019est pas dit et tout n\u2019est pas fini
\nParce qu\u2019on a creus\u00e9 dans la rue une fosse,
\nParce qu\u2019un chef d\u00e9signe un mur o\u00f9 l\u2019on adosse
\nDe pauvres gens devant les feux de pelotons,
\nParce qu\u2019on ex\u00e9cute au hasard, \u00e0 t\u00e2tons,
\nSans choix, sous la mitraille et sous la fusillade,
\nP\u00e8res, m\u00e8res, le fou, le brigand, le malade,
\nEt qu\u2019on fait consumer en h\u00e2te par la chaux
\nDes corps d\u2019hommes sanglants et d\u2019enfants encor chauds !<\/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":[462],"poems-book":[446],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9655","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-462","poems-book-lannee-terrible","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n