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 throughout the twighlight that doth not rise nor set.
Haply I may remember.
And haply may forget.
~Christina Georgina Rossetti~
(1830-1894)














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