I will not stand at your grave and weep You are not there, you do not sleep You are a thousand winds that blow You are the diamond glints on snow You are the sunlight on ripened grain You are a gentle autumn's rain When I awake in the morning's hush You are the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight You are the soft stars that shine at night I will not stand at your grave and cry You are not there, you did not die