The chirping frog his joy betrays. It rains upon the Seine and Oise. O followers of Saint Nicaise, born at Triel, hard by Pontoise, Saint Egobille and good Saint Mille, now intercede with God, I pray, that he from heaven may clear away these clouds, the hue of camomile. Culling strawberries, one gets a chill, picking raspberries, one is numbed, I find. -- If this should last my chair too well will know the weight of my behind. Saint Mille and good Saint Egobille, both natives of Triel, appeal to God! Without this aid of yours my family must stay indoors. A lull! -- Then quick, the moment cull! Take full advantage of that lull! Snails shine on every side of me. Egobille and Mille -- @3merci@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN AUTUMN MOVEMENT by CARL SANDBURG SOME VERSES UPON THE BURNING OF OUR HOUSE JULY 10, 1666 by ANNE BRADSTREET EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE PASSION AND LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HOUR OF DEATH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 1. CANTO 2. PRELUDE: LOVE AT LARGE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |