Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
III. Loves BeginningsSong: It is the millers daughter
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (18091892)From “The Miller’s Daughter”
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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.
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 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.