By Christina Rossetti


By Christina Rossetti(rəˈzedē)

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 planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel(ˈkounsəl) then or pray(prā).
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve(ɡrēv):
For if the darkness and corruption(kəˈrəpSH(ə)n) leave
A vestige(ˈvestij) of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.