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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

When I Am Dead, My Dearest (Song)

by Christina Rossetti · 1862

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.

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Poem
When I Am Dead, My Dearest (Song)
Poet
Christina Rossetti
Published
1862
Length
16 lines
Form
Lyric Poem, Rhyming Poems
Themes
Death & Loss, Sad, Short

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Shape
16 lines · 2 octaves
Line length
Lines run 6-8 syllables (median 7). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.

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Author record
Christina Rossetti1830–1894
Source record
QuillOak curated editionWhen I Am Dead, My Dearest (Song) (1862) by christina-rossetti
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
Publication record
1862
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