I Shall Not Care


WHEN I am dead and over me bright April

          Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,

  Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,

                 I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful

                When rain bends down the bough,

    And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted

                 Than you are now.


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