Sonnets

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 onto her and take her hands saying

accept all happiness from me

then i shall turn my face

and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands