Here in my little hamlet, three most marvelous animals there be, three little calves, three treasures small, white marked with yellow are they all. Couched on the daisy-dotted leas, like plutocrats they rest at ease, and when I pass them, slow or fleet, follow the cadence of my feet. So much that, reading yestere'en Francis of Sales, whom I rave about; yes, the introduction rare, supreme, and so tender, to the Life Devout, going and coming, diligent the well-known path to tread once more, feeling a virgin sentiment born in my soul, a pang obscure, they marked with gently-swaying head the cadence of my pious tread: three little calves, their gaze intent on me, as to Gambaiseuil I went: Lamb of God, on the road to Paradise, Elysian hazel-nuts to get, may there follow me the sweet, dark eyes of the little calves of Les Haizettes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY THE SUN GOD by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE LILIES: 15 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AFTER CONSTRUING by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON WHY NOT? (WITH APOLOGIES TO WILLIAM KNOX) by BERTON BRALEY POORTITH CAULD by ROBERT BURNS HATCHET by WILLIAM THOMAS CALLAWAY JR. MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |