MEMORIALS

DO NOT WEEP

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 autumn's gentle rain

When you waken in the morning hush

I am the sweet uplifting rush

of 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.