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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 dew drop 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.

Elinor helping me read for comps at her brother‘s taekwondo practice ❤️ she liked the sonnets best

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Read the whole poem here: https://poets.org/poem/winter-my-secret