Sonnets/Unrealities XI


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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,

Accept all happiness from me

Then I shall turn my face
And hear one bird
Sing terribly afar
In the lost lands