When I'm Gone Who will REmember

And When I Am Gone, Who Will Remember?

The title is from the poem "Epitaph" by Walter de la Mare.

Here lies a most beautiful lady:
Light of step and heart was she;
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;
However rare, rare it be;
And when I am gone, who will remember
This lady of the West Country?