Elizabeth Dickey

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 of snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the autumn's gentle rain,

When you awaken in the

morning's hush,

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.