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
–Rossetti.
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Thank you, Rachel.
This one somehow speaks to me.
The Stevenson and Tennyson are beautiful too, and maybe more poetic; but this one I am going to copy out and save.
I’m glad this one hit you just right, Hanneke. It did the same to me when I first read it in some lit class in college.