Thomas Hardy - A Maiden's Pledge lyrics

I do not wish to win your vow To take me soon or late as bride, And lift me from the nook where now I tarry your farings to my side. I am blissful ever to abide In this green labyrinth - let all be, If but, whatever may betide, You do not leave off loving me! Your comet-comings I will wait With patience time shall not wear through; The yellowing years will not abate My largened love and truth to you, Nor drive me to complaint undue Of absence, much as I may pine, If never another ‘twixt us two Shall come, and you stand wholly mine.