High and solemn mountains guard Riouperoux, - Small untidy village where the river drives a mill:

Frail as wood anemones, white and frail were you, And drooping a little, like the slender daffodil.

Oh I will go to France again, and tramp the valley through, And I will change these gentle clothes for clog and corduroy, And work with the mill-hands of black Riouperoux, And walk with you, and talk with you, like any other boy.