When I am dead, cremate me,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant not me ‘neath the willow
Nor shady cypress tree:
Let not the oven sputter
With showers and dewdrops wet;
Let not me wilt like flowers,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not fear the whisk-broom,
I shall not feel the rain;
When I am in the dust-bin,
Sing on, as if in pain.
No clock’s alarm shall rouse one
That doth not rise and set,
And haply may I sleep long
And haply may forget.
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