par La Légende des siecles
Tout reposait dans Ur et dans Jérimadeth;
Les astres émaillent le ciel profond et sombre;
Le croissant fin et clair parmi ces fleurs de lombre
Brillait à loccdent, et Ruth se demandait,
Immobile, ouvrant loeil à moitié sous ses voiles,
Quel dieu, quel moissonneur de léternel été,
Avait, en sen allant, négligement jeté
Cette faucille dor dans le champ des étoiles.
Sri Aurobindos remarks:
«Hugo moissonneur and faucille dor is an ingenious fancy there is nothing true behind it, not the least shadow of a mystical experience.»
«Victor Hugo in the Légende des Siècles tries to be epic and often succeeds, perhaps even on the whole.»
«Hugo might be described as a great but imperfect genius, who just missed the very first rank because his word sometimes exceeded his weight, because his height was at the best considerable, even magnificent, but his depth insufficient and especially because he was often too oratorical to be quite sincere.»