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 vailey 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON A WINTRY LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE CATERPILLAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD IDYLL 5. LIFE TO BE ENJOYED by BION THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: A DREAM by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |