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.