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AlfredTennyson

Itisthemiller'sdaughter,

Andsheisgrownsodear, sodear,

ThatIwouldbethejewel

Thattremblesatherear:

Forhidinringletsdayandnight,

I'dtouchhernecksowarmandwhite.

AndIwouldbethegirdle

Aboutherdaintydaintywaist,

Andherheartwouldbeatagainstme

Insorrowandinrest:

AndIshouldknowifitbeatright,

I'dclaspitroundsocloseandtight.

AndIwouldbethenecklace,

Andalldaylongtofallandrise

Uponherbalmybosom,

Withherlaughterorhersighs,

AndIwouldliesolight, solight,

Iscarceshouldbeunclasp'datnight.