By Christina Rossetti

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 counsel 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