The Millers Daughter（1/2）

Alfred Tennyson

It is the illers daughter,

And she is grown so dear, so dear,

That I would be the jewel

That trebles at her ear:

For hidrglets day and night,

Id touch her neck so war and white.

And I would be the girdle

About her daty daty waist,

And her heart would beat agast

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