I was browsing thru my old highschool literature book. There this one poem that caught me eyes. On perceptions on the end of life. It is called Song by Christina Rosetti.

SONG

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me,
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree,
Be the green grass above me,
With showers and dewdrops wet,
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the pain,
I shall not hear the nightingale,
Sing on as if in pain,
And dreaming through the twillight,
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
Haply I may forget.

- CHRISTINA ROSETTI-