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, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the ...
“Song (When I am dead, my dearest)” Introduction The Victorian poet Christina Rossetti wrote "Song (When I am dead, my dearest)" in 1848 at the age of 18, though it wasn't published until 1862 in her collection Goblin Market and Other Poems. The poem focuses on death and mourning,...
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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 ...
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My Native Shore Adrian’s Address To His Soul When Dying All Is Vanity, Saieth The Preacher An Occasional Prologue And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low? Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Entitled ‘The Common Lot’ Answer To Some Elegant Verses Away, Away, Ye Notes Of Woe! Beppo, A Venetian ...
I think of him when I am driving to work and a song comes on the radio or watch an old movie on the TV; ironically "Ghost" was the last film we watched together. Allow yourself to grieve and be sad. You must cry for what you have lost and cry for what you hoped would be.....
The anonymous English poem “Weep You No More, Sad Fountains” provides rich imagery, melancholy metaphors, and insight into the Elizabethan period. Poetry lovers are still enjoying the work today.
I know myself secure, as thou in mine; We were and are—I am, even as thou art— Beings who ne’er each other can resign; It is the same, together or apart, From life’s commencement to its slow decline We are entwin’d—let death come slow or fast, ...
I wrote this after I got a phone call from my husband who is serving time in a state prison. He sometimes feels so insecure and thinks I am not waiting for him, but I will wait for him until the end of time; he is my life.