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Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Miller`s Daughter
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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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