Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I, half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more, day by day,
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand.
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet- if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than you should remember and be sad.
-CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI-
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Paperback in Time
PoetrySo when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And music shall untune the sky. -Dryden This book is an idea I've been wanting to do for awhile. It's bas...