BLACK CAT POEMS
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Come Not, When I Am Dead
Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.
There let the wind sweep and the plover cry;
But thou, go by.
Child, if it were thine error or thy
I care no longer, being all unblest:
Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of
And I desire to rest.
Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie;
Go by, go by.
poems by Alfred Tennyson