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.
 

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