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 her 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 rising 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 I shall turn my face
And hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands
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