Tribute

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far 
away into the silent land. When you can no 
more hold me by the hand, nor I half turn to go 
yet turning stay. Remember me when no more 
day by day you tell me of our future that you 
plann’d: Only remember me; you understand it 
will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you 
should forget me for a while and afterwards 
remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness 
and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts 
that once I had, better by far you should forget 
and smile than that you should remember and 
be sad.