Poems of James Clarence Mangan (Many hitherto uncollected): Centenary edition: Edited, with preface and notes by D. J. O'Donoghue: Introduction by John Mitchel |
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THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER. |
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THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
The mill wheel turns with a saddening sound—
I hear it each morning early,
When the sun arises red and round,
And the flower cups glisten so pearly.
I hear it each morning early,
When the sun arises red and round,
And the flower cups glisten so pearly.
The miller's daughter is gone away,
And oh! most bodeful wonder,
The ring she gave me on Valentine's day
Sprang yestereven asunder!
And oh! most bodeful wonder,
The ring she gave me on Valentine's day
Sprang yestereven asunder!
No longer now may I linger here;
I'll don the willow, and till grim
Death shall at length arrest my career
I'll wander about as a pilgrim.
I'll don the willow, and till grim
Death shall at length arrest my career
I'll wander about as a pilgrim.
I'll wander with lute from bower unto hall,
From shepherd's dell unto city,
Compelling tears from the eyes of all
Who shall hearken my doleful ditty.
From shepherd's dell unto city,
Compelling tears from the eyes of all
Who shall hearken my doleful ditty.
The mill wheel turns in the early morn,
I hear both wheel and water;
And I turn, too—away, forlorn,
For I think of the miller's daughter.
I hear both wheel and water;
And I turn, too—away, forlorn,
For I think of the miller's daughter.
That wheel shall turn and turn again,
Re-turn, re-turn, forever;
But the miller's faithless daughter, when
Shall she return? Ah, never!
Re-turn, re-turn, forever;
But the miller's faithless daughter, when
Shall she return? Ah, never!
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