Henry Scott Holland

Death Is Nothing At All - Poem by Henry Scott Holland

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.

Comments about Death Is Nothing At All by Henry Scott Holland

  • Rookie Zenovia Evans (10/3/2015 9:37:00 PM)

    Thank you. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,786 Points Godfrey Morris (8/17/2015 1:20:00 PM)

    Awesome really enjoyed reading. It satisfied my soul. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Susan Baltes (8/14/2015 2:25:00 PM)

    Absolutely fantastic.
    It was read at a funeral, I attended,
    From memory.
    The gentleman that had passed was young
    and very respected.
    The country was England it was a cold and windy September
    The gentleman reciting the poem was wearing a kilt and begun the poem as the earth was being shoveled into the grave.
    As heartbreaking as THAT will always be this poem has since become our family tradition.
    When any of us mention a passed family member we remind each other he/she is only only in the other room it produces smiles and great fond memories. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Charlett Hobart (8/12/2015 5:46:00 AM)

    Wonderful... so fine and true. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 408 Points Little Opal (8/9/2015 8:29:00 AM)

    Death is nothing at all, is all that! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Maricruz B. Fine (8/1/2015 4:30:00 PM)

    This beautiful poem showed me that it can be just a moment in space. that Death of a loved one can be just a moment away to be together again, as we had been. it was a bright light in my despair and longing for my husband of many years. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rosario Jungbluth (7/18/2015 1:30:00 PM)

    This poem is like a balsam. It gives me a sense of tranquility and hope while I eagerly wait the big day of our -re-encounter with my beloved husband comes. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,053 Points Thabani Khumalo (6/16/2015 9:00:00 AM)

    I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.n (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 219 Points Francisco Velazquez (6/14/2015 5:55:00 PM)

    Life or death, a precious show or gruesome fate, this poem is a great piece of literary thought, bravo my friend (Report) Reply

  • Rookie manny lopez (5/18/2015 10:09:00 PM)

    Jennie left us 30 yearss ago. Cancer still suck. God help us! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,715 Points val Rogers (4/7/2015 4:04:00 PM)

    Death is nothing at all is an impressively beautiful poem. Great literature. My friend. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,824 Points Frank Avon (4/6/2015 11:43:00 AM)

    A fascinating poem. In this version of the poem, death is described naturalistically - and quite beautifully - until the last stanza, in which the promise of an after-life is provided, almost as an after-thought. Curious.

    However, I'm thoroughly confused. Who wrote this text? I've searched the Internet and have found no definitive answer. Was it St. Augustine? Henry Scott Holland? Charles Peguy? Clearly the words are part of Holland's sermon on the death of Charles VII, delivered in May 1910. The French poem, C'est mort n'est rien, was written by Charles Peguy who died in 1914 in World War I at the Battle of Marne. Holland's sermons, as I understand, were not published until 1919, after Holland's death in 1918. To complicate factors even further, apparently Holland's words were adapted from St. Augustine. Does anyone have all the facts on this? Or can you tell me where I might find them. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,723 Points Stephen Katona (3/16/2015 11:48:00 PM)

    I shall give this poem to my wife who lost her parents recently. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Deborah Critz (2/13/2015 4:25:00 PM)

    This poem my sister used during her sons funeral service. It so touch me, made my heart lighter, that I placed the poem upon the side of my refrigerator where I read it every morning. The effect upon my heart four years later remains the same. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,909 Points Tushar Ray (2/2/2015 7:27:00 PM)

    This is a great poem on the eternal relation between Life and Death. I enjoyed very much. Congratulations! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,422 Points L. E. O. Gibraltar (1/20/2015 11:52:00 AM)

    Nothing short of a great poem! It reminds where death is nothing at all. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 287 Points Christopher Cariad (12/14/2014 10:38:00 PM)

    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?

    Your words pierce me like a silver bullet, so amazingly beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points 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

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2004

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 9, 2014

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