Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Song

When I'm dead, my dearest
Sing no sad song 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 rain
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on......as if in pain
That doth not rise nor set

Happily, I remember
Happily, I forget............
~chirstina rossetti~

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