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 Rossetti