O Lovely River Of Yvette! O Darling River! Like A Bride, Some Dimpled, Bashful, Fair Lisette, Thou Goest To Wed The Orge'S Tide. Maincourt, And Lordly Dampierre, See And Salute Thee On Thy Way, And, With A Blessing And A Prayer, Ring The Sweet Bells Of St. Forget. The Valley Of Chevreuse In Vain Would Hold Thee In Its Fond Embrace; Thou Glidest From Its Arms Again And Hurriest On With Swifter Pace. Thou Wilt Not Stay; With Restless Feet Pursuing Still Thine Onward Flight, Thou Goest As One In Haste To Meet Her Sole Desire, Her Head'S Delight. O Lovely River Of Yvette! O Darling Stream! On Balanced Wings The Wood-Birds Sang The Chansonnette That Here A Wandering Poet Sings.