Poem by Alfred Tennyson

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,
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.

1. Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington
2. The Daisy, Written at Edinburgh
3. To the Queen (Revered, beloved — O you that hold)
4. St. Agnes’ Eve
5. Maud II

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