Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | III. Love’s Beginnings | | Song: “It is the miller’s daughter” | | Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) |
| | From “The Miller’s Daughter”
IT is the miller’s daughter, | |
| And she is grown so dear, so dear, | |
| That I would be the jewel | |
| That trembles at her ear: | |
| For, hid in ringlets day and night, | 5 |
| 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: | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| With her laughter or her sighs: | |
| And I would lie so light, so light, | |
| I scarce should be unclasped at night. | | | | |
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