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...ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE ARCHITECT (2) by KAREN SWENSON THE SEA-GRAVE by SARA TEASDALE THE FISH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |