Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake 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.
"Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932