When I am dead, my dearest friend
Praise no sad memory for me,
plant thou roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress three;
But with bright green grass above
My head
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember
And if thou wilt, forget
I shall not see light,
I shall not feel the sun;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Remember on, as if in pain
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set;
Happily I may remember,
And happily may forget
