Thomas Hardy - A woman's trust lyrics

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!