Charles Wolfewas an Irish poet, chiefly remembered for "The Burial of Sir John Moore after Corunna" which achieved popularity in 19th century poetry anthologies... (wikipedia)
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, with his martial cloak around him.
Go, forget me! why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing! Smile,—though I shall not be near thee; Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!
Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.