I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and weep:

I am not there, 1 do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow:

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain:

1 am the gentle autumn’s 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 star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there: 1 did not die.