It may not always be so, and I say And if your lips which I have loved should touch anotherÂŽs And your dear strong fingers clutch her heart As mine in time not far away
If on anotherÂŽs 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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