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