It may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved,
should touch anothers and you dear strong fingers clutch his heart,
as mine in time not far away; if on anothers 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, 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 bird
Sing terribly afar in the lost lands.