don't stand at my grave and weep

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. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain. when you awaken in the morning's hush

i am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry;

i am not there. i did not die.