Demain Dès L’aube par Victor Hugo


Demain,
dès l’aube,
à l’heure
où blanchit
la campagne, 
                                             Je partirai.

Vois-tu,
je sais que tu m’attends. 
                                                             J’irai par la forêt,
                                                                                                     j’irai par la montagne.

Je ne puis demeurer                                                                                                                                                       loin                                                                                                                                                       de toi plus longtemps.
                                                                                                    Je marcherai
les yeux fixés
sur mes pensées,

Sans rien voir au dehors,
sans entendre aucun bruit,

                                                                                                    Seul,
                                                                                                    inconnu,
                                                                                                    le dos courbé,
                                                                                                    les mains croisées,

                                                                                                    Triste,
et le jour pour moi
sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai

ni l’or du soir qui tombe,

Ni les voiles au loin
                                                                                                    descendant vers Harfleur,

                                                                                                    Et quand j’arriverai,
                                                                                                    je mettrai sur ta tombe

Un bouquet
de houx vert
et de bruyère
en fleur.




Tomorrow at Dawn by Victor Hugo



Tomorrow,
at dawn,
in the hour
when the countryside
becomes white,                                              I will leave.
You see,
I know that you are waiting for me.
                                            I will go by the forest,
                                                                                                     I will go by the mountain.

I cannot stay                                                                                                                                                       far                                                                                                                                                       from you any longer.
                                                                                                    I will walk
the eyes fixed
on my thoughts,
Without seeing anything outside,
nor hearing any noise,

                                                                                                    Alone,
                                                                                                     unknown,
                                                                                                    the back curved,
                                                                                                    the hands crossed,

                                                                                                    Sad,
and the day for me
will be like the night.

I will not look

at the gold of the evening which falls,

Nor the faraway sails                                                                                                     descending towards Harfleur.

                                                                                                     And when I arrive,
                                                                                                     I will put on your tomb

A green
bouquet
of holly
and flowering heather.