When I am Dead, My Dearest


When I am dead my dearest,
sing no sad songs for me
Plant no roses at my head
nor shady cyprus 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,
Happily I may remember,
and happily, may forget.



Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)




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