Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson. 18091892701. 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. |