Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918/The Miller's Daughter

by Alfred Tennyson

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It 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, Pd touch her neck so warm and white.

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.

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.