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