| 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 sunlight 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 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. |
