What a marvellous beginning this sonnet has:
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...
And it’s echoed by a famous sonnet of Christina Rossetti:
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
I think the second is a thoughtful response to the first, and I think perhaps its standpoint is nobler. Read them both and see. What you think.