"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,I am the diamond glints on snow,
When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the gentle autumn rain.
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."