Sonnet 71

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

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,

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.

이걸 읽고 있다가 문득 "나 죽은 뒤에 힘들어하지말고 나를 잊어주세요"라는 내용의 시가 또 있었던 것 같은데 기억이 잘 안나네요.

몇년전에 교양시간에 여성 작가가 쓴 영시를 공부했던 것 같기도 하고....

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