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.