Song

Christina Rossetti is best known for her romantic, devotional and children’s poems. If you’ve read the other poems on this website, you probably already figured out to which category this one belongs… Weary and beautiful at the same time, it seems like an ideal poem for a fall mood.

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 in in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
that doth rise nor set,
haply I may remember,
and haply may forget.

Christina Rossetti


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