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