 It is the miller's daughter, and she has grown so dear, so dear, that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I scarce should be unclasped at night. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Calm Dragon. It is the miller's daughter, and she has grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Currie Samuel. It is the miller's daughter, and she has grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlyn Cooper. It is the miller's daughter, and she has grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by DailyBab. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Ernst Patinama, Amsterdam, the Netherlands. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Iswa in Belgium in July 2008. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by J. C. Guan, Montreal July 2008. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by J. Green Smith of JNGS.com. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by J. Green Smith of JNGS.com. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Christian Hughes. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Philippa. London, July 2008. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Ray. July 2008. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Ross Clement. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by secrets. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by secrets. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped at night. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Millers' Daughter, by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox.org by Vera Unreal. It is the miller's daughter, and she's grown so dear, so dear that I would be the jewel that trembles in her ear, for hid in ringlet's 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 size, and I would lie so light, so light, I'd scarce should be unclasped