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 dayYou tell me of our future that you plann’d:Only remember me; you understandIt will be late to counsel then or pray.Yet if you should forget me for a whileAnd afterwards remember, do not grieve:For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Rossetti · Remember
Comfort & remembrance
“Remember me when I am gone away,”
- Author
- Christina Rossetti
- Work
- Remember
- Found in
- The Oxford Book of English Verse
- Year
- 1862
- Length
- 111 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #66619
Public domain. This passage is in the public domain. Christina Rossetti died in 1894, more than 70 years ago, and the work was first published in 1862. You can copy, print, read aloud or sell it without asking permission; a credit is kind but not required. The text is copied word for word from the Project Gutenberg edition linked here.
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