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“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.”

Quote by Christina Rossetti

Book:The Complete Poems
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The Complete Poems

This volume encompasses a wide array of poems, showcasing the poet's entire body of work, including various styles and themes. more

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Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti was a prominent Victorian-era British poet known for her profound emotional depth and religious themes. Her poetry has had a lasting impact on subsequent generations. more

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