Good forester, upon our knees we pray you, tell us, if you please, how, here amid his native bog, to know the famous azure frog? Because bright green the others are? because he's heavy? alert? Because he flees the ducks' voracious maws? or sways upon a nenuphar? Through his voice that sounds with pearly tone? because he bears a crest, maybe? or is wont to dream in company? beside his mate? or quite alone? Having reflected carefully, and scanned the bog with glances keen, the good old man replied to me, "By this, because he's never seen." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 32 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A TIME TO TALK by ROBERT FROST PARADISE LOST: BOOK 4 by JOHN MILTON RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE WORD OF SUMMER by ELSA BARKER THE SONGS OF SUMMER by MATHILDE BLIND A SOUL'S TRAGEDY; A DRAMA by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE COAST OF LIGURIA by EDWARD CARPENTER |