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 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 asuttering overmuch
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay
If this should beI say if this should be
You of my heartsend me a little word
That I may go unto herand 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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