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,forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingle
Sing on , as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise or set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
Christina Rossetti
