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;
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 nightingle
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.
