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.