About a year ago, I posted a poem by Christina Rossetti and called it the ideal poem for a fall mood. Today, I’ll do it again. It’s amazing to see how time flies. But just like the seasons, poetry can be cyclical. And there’s something comforting in that. So today, let Christina comfort you.
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 plann’d:
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 that you should remember and be sad.