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 #CCCCFF.

    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 clasp¹ it round so close and tight.

    And I would be the necklace

    And all day long to fall and rise

    Upon her balmy bosom²

    With her laughter or her sighs：

    And I would lie so light so light

    I scarce should be unclasp'd at night.