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 on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift up-flinging 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.