I am the insect especially beloved by the poets and by the bards.

The ardent sun reflects himself in the globes of my eyes.

My ruddy bed, which seems to be powdered like the surface of fine ripe fruit, resembles some exquisite key-board of silver and gold, all quivering with music.

My four wings, with their delicate net-work of nerves, allow the bright down upon my black back to be seen through their transparency.

And like a star upon the forehead of some divinely inspired poet, three exquisitely mounted rubies glitter upon my head." These are fair examples of the French manner of treating the interesting subject of insects in poetry.