Do not stand By my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle, autumn rain I do not sleep I did not die As you awake with morning's hush I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight I am the day transcending night Do not stand By my grave and cry I am not there I did not die