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 writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helpelessly 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