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English poet (1830 - 1894)
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.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.
Love came down at Christmas Love all lovely, love divine Love was born at Christmas, Stars and angels gave the sign.
And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying.