Some Day You’ll Wish for Me.
FOR —— ——
SOME day, my darling, when the rose has died,
That on your pathway throws its petals sweet,
When the sharp thorn is springing near your side
And nettles pierce the mould beneath your feet,
You’ll wish for me.
Some day, my darling, when the crystal cup
Of Beauty shattered lies, and spilled its wine;
When Pleasure’s urn denies your lips one sup,