Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep; When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlighlight at night. 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 diamonds glint on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain. I am the gentle Autumn rain. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die
