Song
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 out as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
   That doth not rise or set,
Haply I may remember,
   And haply may forget.

                    Christina Rossetti