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