Rioupéroux Poem by James Elroy Flecker

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.