Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?

by Christina Georgina Rossetti Click to read full poem

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I can't find anything about that Robyn Rancman on the Internet. Where does this information come from (if I may ask) that this " Let Me Go" poem is authored by Robyn Rancman? And by the way, did you know that this Poem Hunter site is not considered a reliable (for authorship of poems) resource by (at least) Wikipedia? Any reference to a reliable resource where the information can be found who in reality wrote this poem would be very greatly appreciated. Thanks a lot in advance.
Miss Me, But Let Me Go Robyn Rancman ................ For this a journey we all must take, and each must go alone; It’s all a part of the master’s plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends we know, And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, miss me, but let me go. P.S. It looks like Christina Georgina Rossetti plagiarized.
Congratulations to John McCormack and Stuart. Here is Robyn Rancman's poem.. Miss Me, But Let Me Go Robyn Rancman When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free! Miss me a little, but not for long, and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love we once shared, miss me, but let me go! For this a journey we all must take, and each must go alone; It’s all a part of the master’s plan,
This os NOT by Christina Rossetti! ! ! It's by Robyn Rancman
This isn’t by Christina Rossetti though influenced by her. Rhythm hobbles a bit and some of the phrasing is awkward. Not a bad poem, people obviously find it comforting but not in same league as ‘when I am dead’ though there is something typically ‘off’ in Rossetti’s position, something lugubrious, in that poem.
Can there be anything more poignant and destabilising than to read the intense parting words (in the form of a poem, though) of someone we adore so much. Death can be such a great shock to the bereaved. Hats off to the poet. I quote some of the lines: When I am dead my dearest / Sing no sad songs for me.