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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
 
379. Songs
 
The Old Mill
 
By Thomas Dunn English
 
 
HERE from the brow of the hill I look,
    Through a lattice of boughs and leaves,
On the old gray mill with its gambrel roof,
    And the moss on its rotting eaves.
I hear the clatter that jars its walls,        5
    And the rushing water’s sound,
And I see the black floats rise and fall
    As the wheel goes slowly round.
 
I rode there often when I was young,
    With my grist on the horse before,        10
And talked with Nelly, the miller’s girl,
    As I waited my turn at the door;
And while she tossed her ringlets brown,
    And flirted and chatted so free,
The wheel might stop or the wheel might go,        15
    It was all the same to me.
 
’T is twenty years since last I stood
    On the spot where I stand to-day,
And Nelly is wed, and the miller is dead,
    And the mill and I are gray.        20
But both, till we fall into ruin and wreck,
    To our fortune of toil are bound;
And the man goes, and the stream flows,
    And the wheel moves slowly round.
 

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