When I Am Dead
 
 
When I am dead, my dearest,
 
Sing no sad songs for me.
 
Plant thou no roses at my head,
 
Nor shady cypress tree:
 
Be the green grass above me
 
With showers and dew drops wet:
 
And if thou wilt, remember:
 
And if thou wilt, forget.
 
 
 
I shall not see the shadows.
 
I shall not feel the rain;
 
I shall not hear the nightingale
 
Sing on, as if in pain:
 
  And dreaming throughout the twilight
 
That doth not rise nor set,
 
Haply I may remember, and haply may forget.
 
                                                    ---Christina Rosetti
 
 

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