“When I Am Dead, My Dearest 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.” DeathPoetry Book:The Complete Poems Source: The Complete Poems
“Remember 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 that you should remember and be sad.” DeathPoetry Book:The Complete Poems Source: The Complete Poems
“Who shall tell the lady's grief When her Cat was past relief? Who shall number the hot tears Shed o'er her, beloved for years? Who shall say the dark dismay Which her dying caused that day?” DeathCatPetCatsPetsDeath Of A Pet Author:Christina Rossetti
“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.” DeathHope Book:Poems of Christina Rossetti Source: Poems of Christina Rossetti
“A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it was summer when I slept, It's winter now I waken. Talk what you please of future spring And sun-warm'd sweet to-orrow: Stripp'd bare of hope and everything, No more to laugh, no more to sing, I sit alone with sorrow.” DeathSorrowSpringWinter Author:Christina Rossetti
“And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.” DeathDyingSweetWindSighSweet Things Author:Christina Rossetti
“Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.” IfsRememberDeathForgetDyingGreenGrassWetShowersShadySad SongGreen GrassDeath PoemsCypressesCypress Trees Author:Christina Rossetti
