And if you should call another's name,
and not my own.
And if another shall plant to your subtle lips a rose.
And if another shall feel the rivers of your spine.
And if another shall long to feel the heat of your embrace,
a whisper never to die.
And if another shall cause your clouds to pour out rain.
And if you should visit the night,
not with me longer,
but with another.
And when the night asks of my whereabouts,
you shall tell it slant - or tell not at all.
You should call to me, a word at least.
And i'll visit my fellow and behold my love to keep.