Then You'll Remember Me - John McCormack

When other lips and other hearts

Their tales of love shall tell,

In language whose excess imparts

The power they feel so well:

There may, perhaps, in such a scene,

Some recollection be

Of days that have as happy been,

And you’ll remember me!

When coldness or deceit shall slight

The beauty now they prize,

And deem it but a faded light

Which beams within your eyes;

When hollow hearts shall wear a mask,

'Twill break your own to see:

In such a moment I but ask

That you’ll remember me!