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.
                ---Christina Rossetti