Do not stand at my grave and weep <br /> I am not there. I do not sleep. <br /> I am a thousand winds that blow. <br /> I am the diamond glints on snow. <br /> I am the sunlight on ripened grain. <br /> I am the gentle autumn rain. <br /> When you awaken in the morning's hush <br /> I am the swift uplifting rush <br /> Of quiet birds in circled flight. <br /> I am the soft stars that shine at night. <br /> Do not stand at my grave and cry; <br /> I am not there. I did not die.<br /><br />Mary Elizabeth Frye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep/
