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...TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON TO MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND by ANNE BRADSTREET DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SIC VITA by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE FRAILTY OF MAN'S LIFE by PHILIP AYRES |