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
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.