Explore "Mirèio" by Frédéric Mistral on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Cool with the coming eve the wind was blowing, / The shadows of the poplars longer growing; / Yet still the westering sun was two hours high, / As the tired ploughman noted wistfully --
Two hours of toil ere the fresh twilight come, / And wifely greeting by the door at home.