Millie MacGill

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I watch'd thy merry gambols on the sand,And ask'd thy name beside the morning sea;Sweet came thine answer, with thy little handUpon the spade, and thy blue eyes on me,Millie Macgill. I know not where thou art,Since that brief greeting by Ardrossan shore,But stiill thy guileless voice delights my heart,Though I should never see nor hear thee more.Where art thou, little darling of the past?Since that bright morn the silent years have flown,And now thy beauty must be fully grown:Dost thou still live? Art thou unwedded still?Or are those silver sounds disjoined at last,Thy seaside names of Millie and Macgill?

© Turner Charles (Tennyson)