Though All the World by Alfred Austin

Lyrics

Though all the world should stand aside And leave you to your sorrow And you from none, or near, or wide A smile or tear could borrow; I still would stand with arms outspread In love and trust unshaken To make a nest for that dear head By all the rest forsaken Come, let me crouch beside your knees And we will talk together- You who have passed o'er stormy seas And I through tranquil weather What is to me the shallow scoff Of pert or pious sneerer? Let the base crowd move further off I only creep the nearer Sweet child! 'tis not your deep blue eyes Nor yet your raven tresses Nor that strange mystic look, more wise Than all your mouth expresses: 'Tis not your face, 'tis not your form Your accents bright and clever Which bind me with a strength enorm And make me yours for ever And yet, and yet, 'tis all of these But oh! 'tis something rarer Makes every pleasing grace more please And each fair charm the fairer It is because your soul is high If your affections lowly That I prostrate myself and sigh Before a shrine too holy And if fell clouds quenched girlhood's beam And cast their shadow o'er it Your lustre now doth brighter seem For those dark days before it Like those fair lamps that change by night Their radiance with their motion- Burn low, then fling a flood of light Athwart the murky ocean