When I am dead my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me
Plant thou no roses on my head
Nor shady cypress tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops 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 through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
Christina Rosetti
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