O THE little rusty dusty miller, Dusty was his coat, Dusty was his colour, Dusty was the kiss I got from the miller. If I had my pockets Full of gold and siller, I would give it all To my dusty miller. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 2 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |