Sonnets / Unrealities XI

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 his 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