Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep

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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

Door: Mary Elizabeth Frye