Dreaming Through the Twilight



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.

-Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894),
When I Am Dead







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