Andre Marie de Chenier

(30 October 1762 – 25 July 1794 / Istanbul)

A Vesper


O quel que soit ton nom, soit Vesper, soit Phosphore,
Messager de la nuit, messager de l'aurore,
Cruel astre au matin, le soir astre si doux!
Phosphore, le matin, loin de nos bras jaloux,
Ta fais fuir nos amours tremblantes, incertaines,
Mais le soir, en secret, Vesper, tu les ramènes,
La vierge qu'à l'hymen la nuit doit présenter
Redoute que Vesper se hâte d'arriver.
Puis, au bras d'un époux, elle accuse Phosphore
De rallumer trop tôt les flambeaux de l'aurore,
Brillante étoile, adieu, le jour s'avance, cours,
Ramène-moi bientôt la nuit et mes amours.

Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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