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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
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Sunday, November 28, 2004 |
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Saturday, April 17, 2010 |
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Michael Gale (10/23/2006 7:02:00 PM)
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Great poem pure and simple. An easy ten.
God bless all poets-MJG.
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Suzee Breathe (3/30/2005 7:10:00 AM)
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I have looked at this poem via several sources and there is some difference in some lines of text. Anyone know which is the original version? ?
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