Now while my lips are living <br />Their words must stay unsaid, <br />And will my soul remember <br />To speak when I am dead? <br /> <br />Yet if my soul remembered <br />You would not heed it, dear, <br />For now you must not listen, <br />And then you could not hear.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-death/
