Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — To the River Yvette

O lovely river of Yvette!        &nbsp O darling river! like a bride, Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette,        &nbsp Thou goest to wed the Orge's tide. Maincourt, and lordly Dampierre,        &nbsp See and salute thee on thy way, And, with a blessing and a prayer,        &nbsp Ring the sweet bells of St. Forget. The valley of Chevreuse in vain        &nbsp Would hold thee in its fond embrace; Thou glidest from its arms again        &nbsp And hurriest on with swifter pace. Thou wilt not stay; with restless feet        &nbsp Pursuing still thine onward flight, Thou goest as one in haste to meet        &nbsp Her sole desire, her head's delight. O lovely river of Yvette!        &nbsp O darling stream! on balanced wings The wood-birds sang the chansonnette        &nbsp That here a wandering poet sings.