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,
                                                                                               Triste,
                                                                         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..