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 the ripened grain.
  I am the gentle Autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning 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.