Treasure Island

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.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.

Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2004
Edited: Wednesday, July 09, 2014

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  • David Teton-landis (8/17/2014 8:30:00 PM)

    The poem above has one line deleted (What is death but a negligible accident?) , and as R Ho mentioned, extra lines added after all is well that were not part of the original, which is an excerpt from a 1910 sermon by HSH, (which itself appears to be an adaptation of a poem by St. Augustine, Love Never Disappears) . The HSH sermon is available here in its entirety: http: //en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_King_of_Terrors (Report) Reply

  • R Ho (3/17/2014 11:11:00 AM)

    The version which I'm familiar with has additional lines after All is well.

    Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

    Peace to all. (Report) Reply

  • David Booth (2/5/2014 4:08:00 AM)

    When my darling wife died tragically at 35, I was given this poem by my sister in law. It still brings lots of tears but they are warm tears. What spititual insight! Of course it would mean nothing to me without several visits from Rebekah after she had passed which made me realise that there is a spirit world/dimension. Death is nothing to fear but it sure hurts the loved ones left behind. Learn your lessons, have fun and look forward to going home. By the way, the poem is by Charles Peguy. (Report) Reply

  • Robin Evans (1/26/2014 5:45:00 AM)

    Chris,
    I feel you are missing the point of the poem. for all those who have lost a loved one death certainly is a very big something as yo say. But this poem is meant to give hope that there is indeed something after so called death and we will all meet once again with those we love.
    If you look at it in that light you may see it diferently. (Report) Reply

  • Terry Pool (1/8/2014 8:41:00 AM)

    Chris,
    Thank you for making be realize that this poem may not be appropriate in every situation for every person. I usually send it in my sympathy cards and it seems to have been appreciated but I will reconsider this. People in one's life never know what to say in times of grief and may not always say the right thing at the right time to the right person, but there is rarely malice intended. This is the reason many avoid communication, thus intensifying the loneliness and isolation of the grieving loved one. No one knows what to say, but those who try are just showing that they care. (Report) Reply

  • Terry Pool (1/8/2014 8:36:00 AM)

    Chris, your loss is very real. the poem is a comfort to many but may not console all. For those who believe we are here together for a short time then go home to be reunited when it is our time, it can and does ease the loneliness and grief just a little bit, especially after some time has past... to the point in grief process where you remember the good things rather than the loss and the death event. Everyone has a different timeframe. The poem does not diminish the loss of a loved one but provides a glimmer of possible hope for a reuniting. I wish you well. (Report) Reply

  • Chris Williams (10/30/2013 1:23:00 PM)

    Death is nothing at all Isn't it?
    This is an awful poem which tries to pretend death is nothing - but those who have experienced a death will know death is not nothing.
    I think any hope in death must first be found after facing the fact that death is 'something' - and to many people a very big something. (Report) Reply

  • Suzee Breathe (3/30/2005 7:10:00 AM)

    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? ? (Report) Reply

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