Sonnets/Unrealities XI

it may not always be so;

and i say

that 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 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 shall i turn my face,

and hear one bird

sing terribly afar in the lost lands.