Archived Love Poems


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.

.....The Miller's Daughter by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-92)

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