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 diamond glints in snow,

I am the sunlight and ripened grain.

I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift upflinging rush

Of quiet birds in circling 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.