( E.E. Cummings Poem - '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 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 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
And hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands
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