Death is nothing at all canon henry scott holland uk 1847 1918.
I am only in the next room funeral poem.
Whatever we were to each other that we are still.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
I have only slipped into the next room.
The author henry scott holland 1847 1918 a priest at st.
I have only slipped into the next room i am i and you are you whatever we were to each other that we are still.
I have only slipped away into the next room i am i and you are you whatever we were to each other that we are still call me by my old familiar name speak to me in the same easy way which you always did put no difference into your tone.
I am i and you are you and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched unchanged.
Paul s cathedral of london did not intend it as a poem it was actually delivered as part of a sermon in 1910.
Call me by my old familiar name speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed.
Call me by my old familiar name.
I am i and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other that we still are.
All is well is a very moving funeral poem by henry scott holland.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Death is nothing at all.
Call me by my old familiar name.
I have used it many times as well as an enclosure in a sympathy letter.
This poem is often read at funerals.
I am i and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other that we still are.
A short funeral poem by helen lowrie marshall about happy memories living on after a loved one has gone.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Put no difference in your tone wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
Death is nothing at all canon henry scott holland uk 1847 1918 death is nothing at all.
Whatever we were to each other that we are still.
The sermon titled death the king of terrors was preached while the body of king edward vii was lying in state at westminster.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am i and you are you.