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.