VIII
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Miller's Daughter
How dear to me in youth, my love,
Was every thing about the mill,
The black and silent pool above,
The pool beneath that ne'er stood still,
The mealsacks on the whitened floor,
The dark round of the dripping wheel,
The very air about the door
Made misty with the floating meal!