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