Memorial Index



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 a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on the snow.
I am the gentle autumn's rain,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
When you waken to the morning's hush,
I am the swift up lifting 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.