DEATH IS NOTHING AT ALL - HENRY SCOTT HOLLAND

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I,
and you are you -
whatever we were to each other that we still are.

Let my name be the household word that is always was.
Let it be spoken without affect -
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Call me by old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no air of forced solemnity or sorrow.

Let bygones be bygones.
Let our little differences and quarrels be forgotten.

Life means all that it ever meant -
it is the same as it ever was.
There is an unbroken continuity.

I am waiting for you for an interval,
somewhere very near just around the corner.

All is well.