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.
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that I once had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
~Christina Rossetti
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