It May Not Always Be So

And I Say That 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