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.
- Christina Rossetti
-”amazing poetry”-
Comment by cody S. Navai — March 19, 2008 @ 1:53 am
-”amazing poetry you have created”-
Comment by cody S. Navai — March 19, 2008 @ 1:55 am
Yea I Love This Poem So Much I Recyted It In Frount Of Mah Class And I Had To Memorize It!! Amazing Writing I Made An A+100 !! yea im 14 btw hah
Comment by Katie Boudreaux — March 3, 2009 @ 11:19 pm
So sad. made me quite weepy. great stuff!
Comment by Lesley Williams — May 14, 2009 @ 4:58 pm