When I am dead, my dearest
Sing no sad songs for me
Plant thou no roses at my head
Nor shady cypress tree
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet
And if thou wilt, remember
And if thou wilt, forget
I shall not see the shadows
I shall not feel the rain
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set
Haply I may remember
And haply may forget
Between the March and April line
That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates
Almost too heavenly near
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise
The maddest noise that grows and grows
The birds, they made it in the spring
At night's delicious close
The saddest noise I know