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.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Added by Dan Costinaş
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1 Dan Costinaş said on 21 June 2015: |
| (*) In the last two lines, 'haply' can be interpreted as a wordplay, either as 'possibly' or a shortened form of 'happily'. |