Thomas Hardy - The Curtains now are Drawn lyrics

I The curtains now are drawn, And the spindrift strikes the gla**, Blown up the jagged pa** By the surly salt sou'-west, And the sneering glare is gone Behind the yonder crest, While she sings to me: “O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, And the dream that I am thy Love, be it mine, And d**h may come, but loving is divine.” II I stand here in the rain, With its smite upon her stone, And the gra**es that have grown Over women, children, men, And their texts that “Life is vain”; But I hear the notes as when Once she sang to me: “O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, And the dream that I am thy Love, be it mine, And d**h may come, but loving is divine.”