Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

The Miller's Daughter - Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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.


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  • Soumita Sarkar Soumita Sarkar (1/7/2016 12:08:00 AM)

    Oh! such a lovely love song..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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