When I am gone, remember me
When I am gone, remember me,
Not often. But when in the east
Grey light is growing, and the mind
With fears and hope is clouded least.
Then in the hour that I love best,
And where I still reflected find,
All that I ever sought to be,
Now who wrote this?
I will return to you as one
New risen from the grave, as clear
As now you see me and as dear
As when I slept beneath your breast
Before I saw the sun.