Will You

In years to come, will you forget,

Dear girl, how often we have met?

And I have gazed into your eyes

And there beheld no sad regret

To cloud the gladness of their skies,

While in your heart — unheard as yet —

Love slept, oblivious of my sighs?—

In years to come, will you forget?

Ah, me! I only pray that when,

In other days, some man of men

Has taught those eyes to laugh and weep

With joy and sorrow, hearts must ken

When love awakens in their deep,—

I only pray some memory then,

Or sad or sweet, you still will keep

Of me and love that might have been.