Radiant Day is slowly fading; and the evening calm and still. Gazing through the oak and willow; stoop to kiss the ancient mill. Listen to the damsel dancing; to the jig of feed and flower. And the water wheel revolving; with the dashing constant power. There is music in the rattle; of the tinkling wheat that falls. In the hopper, as the miller; stops to hear the gristmens calls. Yes, I love this shaded building; love the flowing streams and flowers. Love to hear the busy clatter; of the lingering summer hours. More of all, I love the miller; For his sake I love the rest. Of this world and its enchantments, I adore him as the best. Of these twilights I would weary, If his voice came not to cheer, And this mill life would grow dreary; If my darling were not here. this poem may be copyrighted, so it is not for sale from Quoteland or Gifts of Wisdom
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