Christa Gea Rossetti
When I a dead, y Dearest
Sg no sad songs for ;
Pnt thou no roses at y head,
Nor shay cypress tree;
Be the green grass above
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, reber,
And if thou wilt, fet.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the ra;
I shall not hear the nightgale
Sg on, as ifpa;
And dreag through the ilight
That doth not rise nor set;
Haply I ay reber,
And haply ay fet.