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!