Tho' I should chance on every golden grain
Of sand ensconced on every ocean floor,
And know the touch of every drop of rain
That ever fell, or e'er will ever fall;

Tho' I should visit every garden, grown
With flowers wrought in every spectral shade,
And learn the name of all that e'er was sown
In every bed of every hidden glade;

Tho' I should gaze up high above the Earth
At every star that lights the evening sky,
And tell the tale of each and every birth
And when and how and why each one will die;

Tho' I should see all that was e'er to see -
There's naught, my love, that e'er compares to thee.