When i am dead,my dearest
sing no sad song 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 dreammy through the twilight that dot not rise nor set
haply i may remember
and haply may forget
(Christina Rossetti)
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