When I am dead,

And my dearest sing no songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head, nor shady cypress tree;

Be the grass green above me,

With shadows and dew drops wet,

And if thou wilt remember, and if thou wilt;



I shall not see tha shadows,

I shall not hear the rain;

I shall not hear the nighting gale,

Sing on as if in pain;

And dreaming through the twilight;

That doth not rise nor set,

Haply I may remember,

And haply I may forget.