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 plann'd;

only remember me; you understand

it will be late to cousel 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.

By Christina Georgina Rossetti

1830-1894,b.England