it may not always be so;and i saythat if your lips,which i have loved,should touchanother's,and your dear strong fingers clutchhis heart,as mine in time not far away;if on another's face your sweet hair layin such a silence as i know,or suchgreat 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 him,and take his hands,saying,Accept all happiness from me.Then shall i turn my face,and hear one birdsing terribly afar in the lost lands.