William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead - Poem by William Shakespeare

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell.
Nay if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.


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    If you read this poem backwards the flow is better. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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