Alfred Tennyson - The Miller's Daughter 汉译

It is the miller’s daughter,   <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

  And she is grown so dear, so dear,  

That I would be the jewel  

  That trembles in her ear:  

For hid in ringlets 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 sighs:  

And I would lie so light, so light,  

I scarce should be unclasp’d at night.