Death is nothing at all. It doesn't count. A moarning poem!

Death is nothing at all.
It doesn't count.
I have only slipped into the next room,
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you.
And the old life that we lived so fondly.
Together is untocued, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still today.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be over the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort,
Without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that a sif ever meant.
It is the same as if ever it was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight.
All is well, nothing is lost
One brief moment ss all wl be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of departing when we meet again.
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