Do Not Stand by My Grave and Weep   Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there. I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am a diamond glint on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight I am the soft starshine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry, I am not there…I did not die.