Song: “It is the miller’s daughter”

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, I ’d 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 unclasped at night.

Collection: 
English
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sub Title: 
III. Love’s Beginnings

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