Funeral Verses

Funeral Poems for a Husband

A poem for a husband’s funeral has a different job than most funeral verse. It isn’t only mourning a person — it’s honouring a partnership: the decades of ordinary mornings, the private jokes, the life built in tandem. The poems below are chosen for that. Some are love poems old enough to have outlived their poets; some are words of comfort a widow or widower can actually get through aloud. Each comes with a note on when it fits.

Love poems that belong at a funeral

The strongest choice for a spouse is often not a “funeral poem” at all but a love poem, read one last time. Anne Bradstreet wrote this for her own husband more than three centuries ago; read by a widow, its last two lines become a promise.

To My Dear and Loving HusbandAnne Bradstreet (1612–1672)
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay; The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere, That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Public domain

Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s most famous sonnet ends looking past death — which is exactly why it works at a service. It suits a reader who wants to speak plainly about how much was loved, without a single euphemism.

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Public domain

Robert Burns promised to love “till a’ the seas gang dry” — a vow that reads differently, and more truly, at the end of a long marriage than at the start of one. A good choice where the service can hold a little music in its language.

A Red, Red RoseRobert Burns (1759–1796)
O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my luve, Though it were ten thousand mile.

Public domain

Sir Philip Sidney’s exchange-of-hearts conceit is nearly four and a half centuries old and still says what a long marriage feels like from the inside. The opening lines alone make a beautiful epigraph for an order of service.

My True Love Hath My HeartSir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) — excerpt
My true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a bargain better driven. My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

Public domain

Poems of comfort for a widow or widower

These verses do less declaring and more consoling — for the reader, and for the room. Emily Dickinson needs only two lines to say the thing every widow most wants to hear.

Unable Are the Loved to DieEmily Dickinson (1830–1886)
Unable are the loved to die, For love is immortality, Nay, it is deity.

Public domain

Mary Elizabeth Frye’s famous consolation is written in the voice of the person who died — for some spouses that’s exactly the comfort needed, for others it’s too much too soon. Read the full poem and its remarkable story before deciding.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and WeepMary Elizabeth Frye (1905–2004) — excerpt
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow.

Widely treated as public domain

Henry Scott Holland’s “Death is nothing at all” speaks in the husband’s own voice — “call me by the old familiar name” — which is why so many widows choose it. We’ve set out the full text and its surprising origin on its own page; at the service, even its opening lines stand alone:

Death Is Nothing at AllHenry Scott Holland (1847–1918) — excerpt
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened.

Public domain

For a husband who loved the sea, boats, or simply doing things his own quiet way, Tennyson’s “Crossing the Bar” remains the classic embarkation poem — death as a putting-out-to-sea, with hope of a pilot on the far side.

Crossing the BarAlfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.

Public domain

Short verses and blessings for a husband’s service

Short verses carry well at a graveside, on the back of an order of service, or when the reader isn’t sure their voice will hold. This traditional verse gives the grieving spouse permission to let go — many widows say it’s the only poem that told the truth about what they were feeling.

Miss Me, But Let Me GoTraditional (author unknown)
When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room — Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not too long, And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared — Miss me, but let me go.

Traditional verse

And an Irish blessing makes a gentle final word — especially spoken over the whole congregation as the service closes.

An Irish Funeral BlessingTraditional Irish
May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields, And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Traditional verse

Two much-loved modern poems suit a husband’s funeral but remain in copyright, so we don’t reproduce them here: She Is Gone by David Harkins — often adapted as “He Is Gone”, beginning “You can shed tears that he is gone…” — which we cover in full on its own page, and The Dash by Linda Ellis, about the years lived between two dates on a stone.

Who should read the poem at the service

The widow or widower reading themselves is powerful, but nobody should feel obliged: it is completely usual to ask an adult child, a sibling, or the celebrant to read on your behalf while you stand or sit nearby. A middle path many families choose is for the spouse to introduce the poem in one sentence — “this was read at our wedding” — and let someone steadier deliver the verse itself. If you’re also giving the tribute, our husband eulogy examples show how a poem and a eulogy can share a service without repeating each other.

If none of these feels right, the wider collection of funeral poems is organised by tone, and our funeral readings guide adds prose and scripture options that pair well with any verse here.

Questions about poems for a husband's funeral

Can I read a love poem at my husband's funeral, or is that odd?

It's not odd — it's one of the oldest traditions there is. A love poem read by a widow or widower reframes the whole service around the marriage rather than the loss. Poems that were read at your wedding are especially powerful when read again at the funeral; say so in one sentence before you begin.

What if I can't get through the poem without crying?

Choose a short verse (eight lines or fewer), print it in large type, and pause whenever you need — the room will wait, and no one is judging. Or ask someone to stand beside you ready to take over mid-line. Handing the reading to an adult child or the celebrant is also completely normal and takes nothing away from it.

Can 'She Is Gone' be changed to 'He Is Gone' for a husband?

Yes — the poem is routinely adapted by swapping the pronouns, and its author, David Harkins, is credited either way. Keep the attribution with the adapted title, for example 'He Is Gone (after David Harkins)'.

Should the poem go in the order of service?

If it's public domain (everything printed in full on this page is), yes — printing the poem lets guests keep it. A short verse fits on the back cover; a longer poem usually gets the inside back page. For copyrighted poems like The Dash, print the title and author only.