No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for love-you/">I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O! if, I say you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love even with my life decay;
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.
The Sonnets Lxxi - No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: I love you, life, poor, remember, warning, sweet, wise, hear, verse, mourn, world, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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