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...THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ROME. AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS NEAR THE GRAVES OF SHELLEY by THOMAS HARDY TRAVEL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE COMING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON |