Tout rayonne, tout luit, tout aime, tout est doux ;
\nLes oiseaux semblent d\u2019air et de lumi\u00e8re fous ;
\nL\u2019\u00e2me dans l\u2019infini croit voir un grand sourire.
\n\u00c0 quoi bon exiler, rois ? \u00e0 quoi bon proscrire ?
\nProscrivez-vous l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 ? m\u2019exilez-vous des fleurs ?
\nPouvez-vous emp\u00eacher les souffles, les chaleurs,<\/p>\n
Les clart\u00e9s, d\u2019\u00eatre l\u00e0, sans joug, sans fin, sans nombre,
\nEt de me faire f\u00eate, \u00e0 moi banni, dans l\u2019ombre ?
\nPouvez-vous m\u2019amoindrir les grands flots haletants,
\nL\u2019oc\u00e9an, la joyeuse \u00e9cume, le printemps
\nJetant les parfums comme un prodigue en d\u00e9mence,
\nEt m\u2019\u00f4ter un rayon de ce soleil immense ?
\nNon. Et je vous pardonne. Allez, tr\u00f4nez, vivez,
\nEt t\u00e2chez d\u2019\u00eatre rois longtemps, si vous pouvez.
\nMoi, pendant ce temps-l\u00e0, je maraude, et je cueille,
\nComme vous un empire, un brin de ch\u00e8vrefeuille,
\nEt je l\u2019emporte, ayant pour conqu\u00eate une fleur.
\nQuand, au-dessus de moi, dans l\u2019arbre, un querelleur,
\nUn m\u00e2le, cherche noise \u00e0 sa douce femelle,
\nCe n\u2019est pas mon affaire et pourtant je m\u2019en m\u00eale,
\nJe dis : Paix l\u00e0, messieurs les oiseaux, dans les bois !
\nJe les r\u00e9concilie avec ma grosse voix ;
\nUn peu de peur qu\u2019on fait aux amants les rapproche.
\nJe n\u2019ai point de ruisseau, de torrent, ni de roche ;
\nMon gazon est \u00e9troit, et, tout pr\u00e8s de la mer,
\nMon bassin n\u2019est pas grand, mais il n\u2019est pas amer.
\nCe coin de terre est humble et me pla\u00eet ; car l\u2019espace
\nEst sur ma t\u00eate, et l\u2019astre y brille, et l\u2019aigle y passe,
\nEt le vaste Bor\u00e9e y plane \u00e9perdument.
\nCe parterre modeste et ce haut firmament
\nSont \u00e0 moi ; ces bouquets, ces feuillages, cette herbe
\nM\u2019aiment, et je sens cro\u00eetre en moi l\u2019oubli superbe.
\nJe voudrais bien savoir comment je m\u2019y prendrais
\nPour me souvenir, moi l\u2019h\u00f4te de ces for\u00eats<\/p>\n
Qu\u2019il est quelqu\u2019un, l\u00e0-bas, au loin, sur cette terre,
\nQui s\u2019amuse \u00e0 proscrire, et r\u00e8gne, et fait la guerre,
\nPuisque je suis l\u00e0 seul devant l\u2019immensit\u00e9,
\nEt puisqu\u2019ayant sur moi le profond ciel d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9
\nO\u00f9 le vent souffle avec la douceur d\u2019une lyre,
\nJ\u2019entends dans le jardin les petits enfants rire.<\/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":[334,345,331],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9684","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-443","poems-book-lart-detre-grand-pere","poemes-theme-bonheur","poemes-theme-campagne","poemes-theme-printemps","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n