Sonnets/Unrealities XI Songtext

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 as, uttering overmuch
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay

If this should be, I say if this should be