I Shall Not Care

by Sara Teasedale
When I am dead and over me bright April
   Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
   I shall not care.
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
   When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
   Than you are now.