When I am dead, my dearest |
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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 through the twilight | |
That doth not rise nor set, | |
Haply I may remember, | |
And haply may forget. | |
Written by: Christina Rossetti | |
[What an incredibly sad, yet touching poem… — kmab] | |
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Archive for October 12th, 2012
And When I’m Gone…
Posted in My Journal, Philosophy, Poetry, tagged Christina Rossetti, My Journal, Philosophy, Poems, Poetry on October 12, 2012| 1 Comment »