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 on snow.

 I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

 I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

 When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

 I am the swift uplifting rush

 Of quiet bird 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