RIOUPéROUX - Charles G. D. Roberts Poems


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High and solemn mountains guard Rioupéroux
--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.

O 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 Rioupéroux,
And walk with you, and talk with you, like any other boy.