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Death is Nothing at All Poems by Henry Scott Holland

Death is Nothing at All Poems by Henry Scott Holland

 

Death is Nothing at All

 

Death is nothing at all.

 

I have only slipped away to the next room.

 

I am I and you are you.

 

Whatever we were to each other,

 

That, we still are.

 

 

Call me by my old familiar name.

 

Speak to me in the easy way

 

which you always used.

 

Put no difference into your tone.

 

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

 

 

Laugh as we always laughed

 

at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

 

Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.

 

Let my name be ever the household word

 

that it always was.

 

Let it be spoken without effect.

 

Without the trace of a shadow on it.

 

 

Life means all that it ever meant.

 

It is the same that it ever was.

 

There is absolute unbroken continuity.

 

Why should I be out of mind

 

because I am out of sight?

 

 

I am but waiting for you.

 

For an interval.

 

Somewhere. Very near.

 

Just around the corner.

 

 

All is well.

 

 

 

Death is Nothing at All is a Poems by Henry Scott Holland

 

 

Death is Nothing at All Poems by Henry Scott Holland

 

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