Laugh me to scorn if you please;—call me your “frog-in-the-well”:
Flowers fall into my well; and its water mirrors the moon!
The second poem is supposed to be the utterance of a woman having good reason to be jealous:—
Dull as a stagnant pond you deemed the mind of your mistress;
But the stagnant pond can speak: you shall hear the cry of the frog!
Outside of love-poems there are hundreds of verses about the common frogs of ponds or ricefields. Some refer chiefly to the volume of the sound that the frogs make:—
Hearing the frogs of the ricefields, methinks that the water sings.
As we flush the ricefields of spring, the frog-song flows with the water.
From ricefield to ricefield they call: unceasing the challenge and answer.
Ever as deepens the night, louder the chorus of pond-frogs.
So many the voices of frogs that I cannot but wonder if the pond be not wider at night than by day!