Introduction
Victor Hugo - Le matin
Moriturus moriturae !
Le voile du matin sur les monts se dploie.
Vois, un rayon naissant blanchit la vieille tour ;
Et dj dans les cieux s'unit avec amour,
Ainsi que la gloire la joie,
Le premier chant des bois aux premiers feux du jour.
Oui, souris l'clat dont le ciel se dcore ! -
Tu verras, si demain le cercueil me dvore,
Un soleil aussi beau luire ton dsespoir,
Et les mmes oiseaux chanter la mme aurore,
Sur mon tombeau muet et noir !
Mais dans l'autre horizon l'me alors est ravie.
L'avenir sans fin s'ouvre l'tre illimit.
Au matin de l'ternit
On se rveille de la vie,
Comme d'une nuit sombre ou d'un rve agit.
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Morning
The mist of the morning is torn by the peaks
Old towers gleam white in the ray,
And already the glory so joyously seeks
The lark that's saluting the day.
Then smile away, man, at the heavens so fair,
Though, were you swept hence in the night,
From your dark, lonely tomb the owlets would stare
At the sun rising newly as bright.
But out of earth's trammels your soul would have flown
Where glitters Eternity's stream,
And you shall have wake 'midst pure glories unknown,
As sunshine disperses a dream.
Moriturus moriturae !
Le voile du matin sur les monts se dploie.
Vois, un rayon naissant blanchit la vieille tour ;
Et dj dans les cieux s'unit avec amour,
Ainsi que la gloire la joie,
Le premier chant des bois aux premiers feux du jour.
Oui, souris l'clat dont le ciel se dcore ! -
Tu verras, si demain le cercueil me dvore,
Un soleil aussi beau luire ton dsespoir,
Et les mmes oiseaux chanter la mme aurore,
Sur mon tombeau muet et noir !
Mais dans l'autre horizon l'me alors est ravie.
L'avenir sans fin s'ouvre l'tre illimit.
Au matin de l'ternit
On se rveille de la vie,
Comme d'une nuit sombre ou d'un rve agit.
_________________________________
Morning
The mist of the morning is torn by the peaks
Old towers gleam white in the ray,
And already the glory so joyously seeks
The lark that's saluting the day.
Then smile away, man, at the heavens so fair,
Though, were you swept hence in the night,
From your dark, lonely tomb the owlets would stare
At the sun rising newly as bright.
But out of earth's trammels your soul would have flown
Where glitters Eternity's stream,
And you shall have wake 'midst pure glories unknown,
As sunshine disperses a dream.
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