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.