Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
by James Metcalf

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 of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's 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 at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there; I did not die.

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