The Poetry Corner

The Kings Daughter

By Algernon Charles Swinburne

We were ten maidens in the green corn, Small red leaves in the mill-water: Fairer maidens never were born, Apples of gold for the kings daughter. We were ten maidens by a well-head, Small white birds in the mill-water: Sweeter maidens never were wed, Rings of red for the kings daughter. The first to spin, the second to sing, Seeds of wheat in the mill-water; The third may was a goodly thing, White bread and brown for the kings daughter. The fourth to sew and the fifth to play, Fair green weed in the mill-water; The sixth may was a goodly may, White wine and red for the kings daughter. The seventh to woo, the eighth to wed, Fair thin reeds in the mill-water; The ninth had gold work on her head, Honey in the comb for the kings daughter. The ninth had gold work round her hair, Fallen flowers in the mill-water; The tenth may was goodly and fair, Golden gloves for the kings daughter. We were ten maidens in a field green, Fallen fruit in the mill-water; Fairer maidens never have been, Golden sleeves for the kings daughter. By there comes the kings young son, A little wind in the mill-water; Out of ten maidens yell grant me one, A crown of red for the kings daughter. Out of ten mays yell give me the best, A little rain in the mill-water; A bed of yellow straw for all the rest, A bed of gold for the kings daughter. Hes taen out the goodliest, Rain that rains in the mill-water; A comb of yellow shell for all the rest, A comb of gold for the kings daughter. Hes made her bed to the goodliest, Wind and hail in the mill-water; A grass girdle for all the rest, A girdle of arms for the kings daughter. Hes set his heart to the goodliest, Snow that snows in the mill-water; Nine little kisses for all the rest, An hundredfold for the kings daughter. Hes taen his leave at the goodliest, Broken boats in the mill-water; Golden gifts for all the rest, Sorrow of heart for the kings daughter. Yell make a grave for my fair body, Running rain in the mill-water; And yell streek my brother at the side of me, The pains of hell for the kings daughter.