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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson. 1809–1892

701. 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 in her ear: 
For hid in ringlets day and night,         5
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:  10
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,  15
  With her laughter or her sighs: 
And I would lie so light, so light, 
I scarce should be unclasp’d at night.