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 his heart, as mine in time not far away;if on another's face your sweet hair layin such silence as i know, or such great writhing words as, uttering over much,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 him, and take his hands,saying, Accept all happiness from me.Then shall i turn my face and hear one birdsing terribly afar in the lost lands
EE Cummings
