REMEMBER
You come not, as aforetime, to the headstone every
day,
And I, who died, I do not chide because, my friend,
you play;
Only, in playing, think of him who once was kind and
dear,
And, if you see a beauteous thing, just say, he is not
here.
You come not, as aforetime, to the headstone every
day,
And I, who died, I do not chide because, my friend,
you play;
Only, in playing, think of him who once was kind and
dear,
And, if you see a beauteous thing, just say, he is not
here.