SONG
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Not shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and drewdrops wet;
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
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