Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep  Mary Frye (1932)       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 glint on snow.       I am the sunlight on ripened grain.       I am the gentle autumn rain.       When you wake in the morning hush,       I am the swift, uplifting rush       Of quiet birds in circling flight.       I am the soft starlight at night.       Do not stand at my grave and weep.       I am not there, I do not sleep.       (Do not stand at my grave and cry.       I am not there, I did not die!