Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep, a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye at Spillwords.com

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye

 

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 on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.

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