La milice qui croyait tellement
Aux grands chênes
Qu’elle les garnissait de pendus.
Celui qui contemple les arbres
A parfois la froideur
Du renard guettant les corbeaux
Jusqu’à ce qu’il lui en tombe un,
Sur la gueule, gelé.
The militia which had such faith
In tall oaks
That it festooned them with hanged men.
He who gazes at trees
Sometimes has the cold indifference
Of a fox who stares at the crows
Until one drops to him
Right on his snout, frozen.