I use to have this huge book of poems when I was 12 and this one poem was among
I use to sit under this huge oak tree and read all afternoon so many poems,
my friends would sit around me and let me read to them and we would all be
inspired thru the poems and the mood that was set.
Please enjoy the mood and feel the time of long ago.
When I Am Dead
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 dew drops 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,
Happily I may remember,
And happily may forget