Do not stand there 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 sunlight on rippled grain.

I am gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning 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 there at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.