Come not, when I am dead, <br />To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, <br />To trample round my fallen head, <br />And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. <br />There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; <br />But thou, go by. <br /> <br />Child, if it were thine error or thy crime <br />I care no longer, being all unblest: <br />Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, <br />And I desire to rest. <br />Pass on, weak heart, and leave to where I lie: <br />Go by, go by.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-not-when-i-am-dead/
