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.                
A very touching poem so beautifully expressed and crafted. Compelling images.
This is my absolute favorite C.Rossetti poem of all time..... This right here, is the reason i feel in love with poetry. R.I.P Christina, with eternal love, respect and gratitude Nickie x x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The opening line is the title of your another great poem. I sincerely appreciate the candid expression of the great poetess. Top score!