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.
Christina Rossetti
ooh i had to study Christina Rossetti at the start of the year! we did "Goblin Market" though, it's kind of creepy.
ReplyDeletethis is so pretty btw missyyy :)
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ooohhh i bought the book goblin market and other poems because i loved when i am dead :)
ReplyDeleteand thankyouuuu! X
this is a realy great poem :) ... where did you hear it before ??
ReplyDeleteAshley, i heard it on the radio!
ReplyDeleteA very long time ago, i can't remember what program . .
thankyou :)