Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

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 softly falling snow,
I am the gently showering rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush,
of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room,
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there....

I did not die !

by Mary E.Frye, 1937
Cited in: Marie Levine. "First You Die" , 2004,page 133.