Ophelia Matharnach/Introduction

       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.