Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep

 

Do not stand by my grave and weep.

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am a diamond glint in the snow.

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star shine at night.

Do not stand by my grave and cry.

I am not there... I did not die.

 

by

Anonymous

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