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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
 
XIII. Farewell
Sonnet: ‘No longer mourn for me when I am dead’
By William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
 
NO longer mourn for me when I am dead,
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not        5
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O! if,—I say, you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,        10
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay;
  Lest the wise world should look into your moan
  And mock you with me after I am gone.
 
 
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