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!