
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.