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.