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.
A very touching poem so beautifully expressed and crafted. Compelling images.
This is my absolute favorite C.Rossetti poem of all time..... This right here, is the reason i feel in love with poetry. R.I.P Christina, with eternal love, respect and gratitude Nickie x x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The opening line is the title of your another great poem. I sincerely appreciate the candid expression of the great poetess. Top score!