dots-menu
×

Home  »  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse  »  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)

Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

The Miller’s Daughter

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)

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,

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 unclasp’d at night.