Down in a cool, green valley A millwheel goes all day, And there my love would dally-- Now she is gone away. She gave a ring for token And pledged her faith as true: Her faith--alas!--is broken, The ring has burst in two. I'd be a fiddler strolling, And wander far from home! My songs forever trolling, From door to door I'd roam. I'd be a rider, flying Into the bloody fight, By quiet campfires lying Upon the field at night. I hear the millwheel going: I know not what I will-- I wish I might be dying, Then it would stand quite still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 21 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR AN INVITATION TO A DRINKFEST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A NEW BIRTH by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 26. PLATONIC LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |