WHEN OTHER LIPS AND OTHER HEARTS

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

            A recollection be,

Of days that have as happy been,

            And you'll remember me.

When coldness and deceit shall slight

            The beauty they now prize.

And deem it but a hollow light

            That 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.

            Balfe's Opera, "The Bohemian Girl:'