Песня: 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 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
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