Mathilde Santing It May Not Always Be So
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 writing 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 him
and take his hands
saying, accept all happiness from me
then shall I turn face
and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in
the lost lands