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Rioupéroux
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.
Oh 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.
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