Monte, écureuil, monte au grand chêne, <br />Sur la branche des cieux prochaine, <br />Qui plie et tremble comme un jonc. <br />Cigogne, aux vieilles tours fidèle, <br />Oh ! vole et monte à tire-d'aile <br />De l'église à la citadelle, <br />Du haut clocher au grand donjon. <br /> <br />Vieux aigle, monte de ton aire <br />A la montagne centenaire <br />Que blanchit l'hiver éternel. <br />Et toi qu'en ta couche inquiète <br />Jamais l'aube ne vit muette, <br />Monte, monte, vive alouette, <br />Vive alouette, monte au ciel ! <br /> <br />Et maintenant, du haut de l'arbre, <br />Des flèches de la tour de marbre, <br />Du grand mont, du ciel enflammé, <br />A l'horizon, parmi la brume, <br />Voyez-vous flotter une plume <br />Et courir un cheval qui fume, <br />Et revenir mon bien-aimé ? <br /> <br /> <br />Expectation <br /> <br />Squirrel, mount yon oak so high, <br />To its twig that next the sky <br />Bends and trembles as a flower! <br />Strain, O stork, thy pinion well,— <br />From thy nest 'neath old church-bell, <br />Mount to yon tall citadel, <br />And its tallest donjon tower! <br />To your mountain, eagle old, <br />Mount, whose brow so white and cold, <br />Kisses the last ray of even! <br />And, O thou that lov'st to mark <br />Morn's first sunbeam pierce the dark, <br />Mount, O mount, thou joyous lark— <br />Joyous lark, O mount to heaven! <br />And now say, from topmost bough, <br />Towering shaft, and peak of snow, <br />And heaven's arch—O, can you see <br />One white plume that like a star, <br />Streams along the plain afar, <br />And a steed that from the war <br />Bears my lover back to me?<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/attente-expectation/
