Come not when I am dead

Portrait of Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson 1809–1892

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 crime I care no longer, being all unblest: Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave to where I lie: Go by, go by.

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  1. jody rawley United States

    I'm seeking a first edition bibliographical citation for this poem (page number, collection number if applicable, poem nummber if applicable, volume if, etc., publisher and city).

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