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 RIVER OF LIFE by THOMAS CAMPBELL LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE by ALFRED TENNYSON MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON INTO THE TWILIGHT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A VALENTINE FOR HARRY CROSBY by KAY BOYLE A SWEET CONTENTION BETWEEN LOVE, HIS MISTRESS, AND BEAUTY by NICHOLAS BRETON THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: THE SOUL'S SCIENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |