Alfred, Lord Tennyson - "If I were loved, as I desire to be" lyrics

If I were loved, as I desire to be, What is there in the great sphere of the earth, And range of evil between d**h and birth, That I should fear, —if I were loved by thee? All the inner, all the outer world of pain Clear Love would pierce and cleave, if thou wert mine As I have heard that, somewhere in the main, Fresh-water springs come up through bitter brine. 'T were joy, not fear, claspt hand-in-hand with thee, To wait for d**h--mute--careless of all ills, Apart upon a mountain, tho' the surge Of some new deluge from a thousand hills Flung leagues of roaring foam into the gorge Below us, as far on as eye could see.