THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER
by: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
- T is the miller's daughter,
- And she is grown so dear, so dear,
- That I would be the jewel
- That trembles in her ear:
- For hid in ringlets day and night,
- I'd touch her neck so warm and white.
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- And I would be the girdle
- About her dainty dainty waist,
- And her heart would beat against me,
- In sorrow and in rest:
- And I should know if it beat right,
- I'd clasp it round so close and tight.
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- And I would be the necklace,
- And all day long to fall and rise
- Upon her balmy bosom,
- With her laughter or her sighs:
- And I would lie so light, so light,
- I scarce should be unclasp'd at night.
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