Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti


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.


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