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.