O maiden of Versailles !
In this dreary desolate day
Come for us in your chariot high.
All along the wistful sky
Where Hermes plays his play ;
O maiden of Versailles !
And just below the muses fly
Gliding towards the bay ;
Come for us in your chariot high.
Without you all the ivies cry
And the poppy stays away ;
O maiden of Versailles !
Looking upon with a tired eye
The world now old and grey ;
Come for us in your chariot high.
The maids , the lords and squires sly
We wait for you all day ;
O maiden of Versailles !
Come for us in your chariot high.
