📙 Excerpt from La Pluie Et le Beau TempsEntre deux averses Le soleil trompeur a vêtu la terre Comme d'un habit vert doré, La lande est couleur de cétoine, Des papillons violets y semblent voler Près du caille-lait, et la folle avoine.Un arc - eu-ciel Se présente un instant, Equivoque charlatan Trop fardé et trop beau paré Pour séduire les paysans Et les traduire en plein ciel.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.