by Christina Rossetti
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 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.
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