Though All The World poem – Alfred Austin

Though all the world should stand aside,

And leave you to your sorrow,

And you from none, or near, or wide,

A smile or tear could borrow;

I still would stand with arms outspread,

In love and trust unshaken,

To make a nest for that dear head,

By all the rest forsaken.

Come, let me crouch beside your knees,

And we will talk together-

You who have passed o’er stormy seas,

And I through tranquil weather.

What is to me the shallow scoff

Of pert or pious sneerer?

Let the base crowd move further off,

I only creep the nearer.

Sweet child! ’tis not your deep blue eyes,

Nor yet your raven tresses,

Nor that strange mystic look, more wise

Than all your mouth expresses:

‘Tis not your face, ’tis not your form,

Your accents bright and clever,

Which bind me with a strength enorm,

And make me yours for ever.

And yet, and yet, ’tis all of these,

But oh! ’tis something rarer,

Makes every pleasing grace more please,

And each fair charm the fairer.

It is because your soul is high,

If your affections lowly,

That I prostrate myself and sigh

Before a shrine too holy.

And if fell clouds quenched girlhood’s beam,

And cast their shadow o’er it,

Your lustre now doth brighter seem

For those dark days before it.

Like those fair lamps that change by night

Their radiance with their motion-

Burn low, then fling a flood of light

Athwart the murky ocean.

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Alfred Austin

Alfred Austin (1835 –1913) was an English journalist and apoet who was appointed Poet Laureate in 1896, after an interval following the death of Tennyson, when the other candidates had either caused controversy or simply refused the honor. It was claimed that he was being rewarded for his support for the Conservative leader Lord Salisbury in the General Election of 1895.

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