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It may not always be so
And I say
And if your lips which I have loved
Should touch another's
And your dear strong fingers clutch his heart
As mine in time not far away
If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know
Or such great writhing words as uttering overmuch
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay
If this should be
I say if this should be
You of my heart
Send me a little word
That I may go unto her and take her hands
Saying
Accept all happiness from me
Then shall I turn my face
And hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in the lost lands
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