Do Not Stand At My Gave and Weep is a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,I found this poem courtesy of StumbleUpon. I know that its a wikipedia page but stumble upon takes you to a page based on your interests. Some of my interests are writing and poetry so naturally it showed me this. I thought it was really pretty and I wanted to share it with you. :-)
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 rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s 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 here; I did not die.
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