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 tho wilt, remember,
...And tho 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 Rossetti (1830-94)
