Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and your are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That we are still,
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way you always used,
Put no difference into your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity of sorrow,
Laugh as we always laughed,
At the little jokes we always 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 effort,
Without the gost of a shadow in it,
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was,
There is absolute unbroken continuity,
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind,
Because I am aout of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval,
Somewhere very near,
Just around the corner...
All is well.
Publicado por Minouche Fèvre en 13:01