When I Am Dead, My Dearest

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.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Comments (7)

wow! it a much heart touching and wonderful poetry.
''I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; '' simply beautiful..
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.m
The poet cares for those she left Telling them to move on with life But we who are left here do not forget..we always remember happy memories We may not see them anymore.. but what they did and what they made us feel will always be remembered.
Its well worded, beautiflly expressed the realities of death and life.Christina is ever going to live in the hearts of those who understands the real meaning of the poem. Azhar
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