Do not stand by 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 mornings hush,

I am the swifter uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight. 

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand by my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die.