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 glint on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you wake in the morning 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 Frye (1932)

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