When I am dead and over me bright April <br />shakes out her rain-drenched hair, <br />though' you should lean above me broken-hearted, <br />I shall not care. <br /> <br />I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful <br />when rain bends down the bough, <br />and I shall be more silent and cold-hearted <br />than you are now. <br /> <br />© 1981Wilfred John<br /><br />WILFRED JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-shall-be-more-silent/
