Do Not 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 .
by Mary Elizabeth Frye , 1932