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 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. - Christina Rosetti
