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,
Happily I may remember,
And happily may forget.
CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
Sad : gloomy
Dew-drops : drops of dew
Twilight : the faint light
