Solitude ! silence ! oh ! le d\u00e9sert me tente.
\nL\u2019\u00e2me s\u2019apaise l\u00e0, s\u00e9v\u00e8rement contente ;
\nL\u00e0 d\u2019on ne sait quelle ombre on se sent l\u2019\u00e9claireur.
\nJe vais dans les for\u00eats chercher la vague horreur ;
\nLa sauvage \u00e9paisseur des branches me procure
\nUne sorte de joie et d\u2019\u00e9pouvante obscure ;
\nEt j\u2019y trouve un oubli presque \u00e9gal au tombeau.<\/p>\n
Mais je ne m\u2019\u00e9teins pas ; on peut rester flambeau
\nDans l\u2019ombre, et, sous le ciel, sous la crypte sacr\u00e9e,
\nSeul, frissonner au vent profond de l\u2019empyr\u00e9e.
\nRien n\u2019est diminu\u00e9 dans l\u2019homme pour avoir
\nJet\u00e9 la sonde au fond t\u00e9n\u00e9breux du devoir.
\nQui voit de haut, voit bien ; qui voit de loin, voit juste.
\nLa conscience sait qu\u2019une croissance auguste
\nEst possible pour elle, et va sur les hauts lieux
\nRayonner et grandir, loin du monde oublieux.
\nDonc je vais au d\u00e9sert, mais sans quitter le monde.<\/p>\n
Parce qu\u2019un songeur vient, dans la for\u00eat profonde
\nOu sur l\u2019escarpement des falaises, s\u2019asseoir
\nTranquille et m\u00e9ditant l\u2019immensit\u00e9 du soir,
\nIl ne s\u2019isole point de la terre o\u00f9 nous sommes.
\nNe sentez-vous donc pas qu\u2019ayant vu beaucoup d\u2019hommes
\nOn a besoin de fuir sous les arbres \u00e9pais,
\nEt que toutes les soifs de v\u00e9rit\u00e9, de paix,
\nD\u2019\u00e9quit\u00e9, de raison et de lumi\u00e8re, augmentent
\nAu fond d\u2019une \u00e2me, apr\u00e8s tant de choses qui mentent ?<\/p>\n
Mes fr\u00e8res ont toujours tout mon c\u0153ur, et, lointain
\nMais pr\u00e9sent, je regarde et juge le destin ;
\nJe tiens, pour compl\u00e9ter l\u2019\u00e2me humaine \u00e9bauch\u00e9e,<\/p>\n
L\u2019urne de la piti\u00e9 sur les peuples pench\u00e9e,
\nJe la vide sans cesse et je l\u2019emplis toujours.
\nMais je prends pour abri l\u2019ombre des grands bois sourds.<\/p>\n
Oh ! j\u2019ai vu de si pr\u00e8s les foules mis\u00e9rables,<\/p>\n
Les cris, les chocs, l\u2019affront aux t\u00eates v\u00e9n\u00e9rables,
\nTant de l\u00e2ches grandis par les troubles civils,
\nDes juges qu\u2019on e\u00fbt d\u00fb juger, des pr\u00eatres vils
\nServant et souillant Dieu, pr\u00eachant pour, prouvant contre,
\nJ\u2019ai tant vu la laideur que notre beaut\u00e9 montre,
\nDans notre bien le mal, dans notre vrai le faux,
\nEt le n\u00e9ant passant sous nos arcs triomphaux,
\nJ\u2019ai tant vu ce qui mord, ce qui fuit, ce qui ploie
\nQue, vieux, faible et vaincu, j\u2019ai d\u00e9sormais pour joie
\nDe r\u00eaver immobile en quelque sombre lieu ;
\nL\u00e0, saignant, je m\u00e9dite ; et, lors m\u00eame qu\u2019un dieu
\nM\u2019offrirait pour rentrer dans les villes la gloire,
\nLa jeunesse, l\u2019amour, la force, la victoire,
\nJe trouve bon d\u2019avoir un trou dans les for\u00eats,
\nCar je ne sais pas trop si je consentirais.<\/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":[443],"poems-book":[447],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9675","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-443","poems-book-lart-detre-grand-pere","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n