Don ’ t Cry For Me When I ’ m Gone
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 glint on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain When you waken in the morning ’ s hush I am the swift , uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight I am the soft starlight at night Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there . I do not sleep Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there ; I did not die .
Mary Elizabeth Frye