When I am dead, my dearest
Sing no sad songs for me
Plant no roses at my head
Nor shady cypress tree
Be the green grass above me
with showers and dew drops wet
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 nightengale
sing on, as if in pain
and dreaming through the twilight
that doth not rise or set
Happily, I may remember
and happily, I may forget
~Christina Rossetti
