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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem