Song     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 Georgina Rossetti

Comment: She writes a lot about lost youth and lost opportunities; her death images are not always tranquil. In After Death she seems bitterly pleased that the one who didn't appreciate her while she lived now suffers.

He leaned above me thinking that I slept And could not hear him; but I heard him say: "Poor child, poor child:" and as he turned away Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept.... He did not love me living; but once dead He pitied me; and very sweet it is To know he is still warm tho' I am cold.

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Credits:
"Sleeping Beauty" by Thomas Ralph Spence (1855-1918).

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