"Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"
I do not stand at your grave and weep
You are not there. You do not sleep.
You are a thousand winds that blow.
You are the diamond glints in snow.
You are the sunlight ripened grain.
You are the gentle autumn rain.
When I waken in the morning’s hush,
You are the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
You are the soft stars that shine at night.
I do not stand at your grave and cry.
You are not there. You did not die.
( Mary Frye, from 1932 ) |
