"Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep"

"Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am the thousands winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the getle autumn rain.

When you waken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in curcling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

 Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die."

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"Do not stand at my grave and weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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