When I am dead

Here is one of my all time favourite poems.

When I am Dead, My Dearest

by Christina Georgina Rossetti
(1830-1894)



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.

Comments

Anonymous said…
It is really sweet but sad. I love it.

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