Sing no Sad Songs

Song

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

I found the above Song, by Christina Georgina Rossetti, in my new found book of treasured sayings, advice and teachings. At the moment I’m making preparations for a funeral on Friday which will be in a town a couple of hours drive from here. This poem brings reminders of a soft acceptance of death. Perhaps I’ll read it at the cremation.

No Sad Songs has a wealth of poems suitable for Funerals, Memorials and Cremations.

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2 thoughts on “Sing no Sad Songs”

  1. To the girl who stood for three hours yesterday perched on top of our building in Gateshead like one of Gormley’s statues, and to the Policeman who eventualy talked her down.
    Amidst the drama, trapped in our building underneath, we made light of the situation, which i feel uneasy about now. …But i’m really glad she turned round.

    Not sure how relevamt this is to your post, but its good to have somewhere to put this…Thankyou.

    Hope to bump in to soon up at Throssel!

    Miles

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