Farm Ballads

And when her face grows pale, and when her eyes grow dim,
And when he is tired of her and she is tired of him,
She'll do what she ought to have done, and coolly count the cost; And then she'll see things clear, and know what she has lost.

And thoughts that are now asleep will wake up in her mind,
And she will mourn and cry for what she has left behind;
And maybe she'll sometimes long for me--for me--but no!
I've blotted her out of my heart, and I will not have it so.

And yet in her girlish heart there was somethin' or other she had That fastened a man to her, and wasn't entirely bad;
And she loved me a little, I think, although it didn't last; But I mustn't think of these things--I've buried 'em in the past.

I'll take my hard words back, nor make a bad matte