It May Not Always Be So; And I Say

 

It May Not Always Be So; And I Say by E.E. Cummings

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 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 him, and take his 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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