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.