When...

When I am dead, my dearest,
sing no songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
nor shady cypress tree;
Be the green grass above me
with showers and dew drops 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,
Hapily I may remember,
and happily I may forget.