The Old Gray Mill


Banks Mill, Milltown (now Lakeland), Georgia

Reprinted in the June 9, 1887 edition of the Sandersville Herald… a poem by American writer, politician, lawyer and doctor Thomas Dunn English undoubtedly expressed the sentiments of many a farmer

The Old Mill

Here from the brow of the hill I look
Through a lattice of boughs and leaves
On the old gray mill, with its gambriel roof,
And the moss on its rotting eaves.
I hear the clatter that jars its walls,
and the rushing water’s sound;
And I see the black floats rise and fall
As the wheel goes slowly round.

I rode there often when I was young,
With my grist on the horse before,
And talked with Nellie, the miller’s girl,
As I waited my turn at the door.
And while she tossed her ringlets brown,
And flirted and chatted so free,
The wheel might stop or the wheel might go-
It was all the same to me.

‘Tis twenty years since last I stood
On the spot where I stand today
And Nellie is wed and the miller is dead,
And the mill and I are gray.
But both, till we fall into ruin and wreck,
To our fortune of toil are bound,
And the man goes and the stream flows,
And the wheel moves slowly round.

Thomas Dunn English, 1880
Boston Beacon

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1 Comment

  1. Bryan Shaw said,

    September 1, 2018 at 6:25 pm

    Beautiful old mill. Shame it is gone forever.


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