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