Song

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 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 Georgina Rossetti