The Miller’s Way

O yesternoon ‘neath Miller’s Hill

I heard the grinding of a mill;

I tied my horse beside the way

And up the narrow path did stray.

I heard the gurgling of a stream

And traced it as one in a dream,

And by and by my fingers fell

Upon a straw – I knew it well

And thus upon my knees I drew

My fill of golden apple-dew.

Back to my horse I swiftly ran

A glad, rejuvenated man.

O, yesternoon ‘neath Miller’s Hill

I heard the grinding of a mill.

And now I fear me every day

The fates will lead me Miller’s way.

Sept. 20, ‘07