IF he should live a thousand years He'd find it not again That scorn of him by men Could less disturb a woman's trust In him as a steadfast star which must Rise scathless from the nether spheres: If he should live a thousand years He'd find it not again. She waited like a little child, Unchilled by damps of doubt, While from her eyes looked out A confidence sublime as Spring's When stressed by Winter's loiterings. Thus, howsoever the wicked wiled, She waited like a little child Unchilled by damps of doubt. Through cruel years and crueller Thus she believed in him And his aurore, so dim; That, after fenweeds, flowers would blow; And above all things did she show Her faith in his good faith with her; Through cruel years and crueller Thus she believed in him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CASTLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: IMR EL KAIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: TO MIGNONNE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ON THE CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL by JOHN BYROM MORNING by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY MINERS' WIVES by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY AN INVITATION TO CELEBRATE THE BIRTHDAY OF THE POET MOORE by JOHN CHALK CLARIS |