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


Written by the American poet
Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)