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 rain .When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there; I did not die.[2]