When buffeted and beaten by life's storms, 
When by the bitter cares of life oppressed, 
I want no surer haven than your arms,
I want no sweeter heaven than your breast.
When over my life's way there falls the blight 
Of sunless days, and nights of starless skies;
Enough for me, the calm and steadfast light 
That softly shines within your loving eyes.
The world, for me, and all the world can hold 
Is circled by your arms; for me there lies, 
Within the lights and shadows of your eyes, 
The only beauty that is never old.