The Mill
The Mill
Original Text
Collected Poems, with an introduction by John Drinkwater (London: Cecil Palmer, 1922): 460-61. PS 3535 O25A17 1922 Robarts Library.
1The miller's wife had waited long,
2 The tea was cold, the fire was dead;
3And there might yet be nothing wrong
4 In how he went and what he said:
5"There are no millers any more,"
6 Was all that she had heard him say;
7And he had lingered at the door
8 So long that it seemed yesterday.
9Sick with a fear that had no form
10 She knew that she was there at last;
11And in the mill there was a warm
12 And mealy fragrance of the past.
13What else there was would only seem
14 To say again what he had meant;
15And what was hanging from a beam
16 Would not have heeded where she went.
17And if she thought it followed her,
18 She may have reasoned in the dark
19That one way of the few there were
20 Would hide her and would leave no mark:
21Black water, smooth above the weir
22 Like starry velvet in the night,
23Though ruffled once, would soon appear
24 The same as ever to the sight.
Publication Start Year
1919
Publication Notes
The New Republic (July 2, 1919).
RPO poem Editors
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition
RPO 1998.
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