• Don't stand beside my grave and weep,
    For I'm not there, I do not sleep,
    I am a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the diamond's glint on snow,
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
    I am the gentle autumn's rain.

    When you awaken in morning's hush,
    I am the swift uplifting rush,
    of quiet birds in circle flight,
    I am soft stars that shine at night,
    Don't stand beside my grave and cry,
    I am not there. I did not die.