Death is Nothing at All

Source: Favim
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.

~Henry Scott Holland


  1. This poem is by Charles Peguy, not Holland. Check your sources.

  2. My dear friend,
    The original poem might have been that of Charles Peguy. I picked this up from a book which had quoted it from here:
    And, I do check my sources. The next time you decide to be rude, please leave your real name.

  3. Pretty late for that but: it is by Holland. Check it again, Flo:

  4. Thanks for sharing. & Yes, it's by Holland: "This poem is often read at funerals. The author, Henry Scott-Holland (1847 - 1918), a priest at St. Paul's Cathedral of London, did not intend it as a poem, it was actually delivered as part of a sermon in 1910."