When I Am Dead

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 rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
  And dreaming throughout the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember, and haply may forget.
                                                    ---Christina Rosetti



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