Then She’ll Remember Me

When I no longer call her mine,

     As I have done for years;

When I for her no more repine,

     Nor with her shed love’s tears.

When I no longer recognize

     Her in society;

When I no longer praise her eyes,

     Then she’ll remember me.

When she has wed old moneybags,

     As she intends to do;

When she has had to kiss his face,

     And listen to his coo;

When she becomes his martyred pet,

     A sorry sight to see;

When she is filled with vain regret,

     Then she’ll remember me.

When she is left, a saddened soul,

     Upon life’s bleak highway;

When she has laid her noble lord,

     Forever ‘neath the clay;

When she is left a widow fair,

     As wealthy as she can be;

I hope, ye gods, how I do hope,

     That she’ll remember me!

March 25, 1896

Pub. in ‘Up To Date’,

Chicago,

Aug. 22, ‘96