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 the
snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle
autumn's
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 star that shines at
night.
Do not stand
at
my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.