• 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 RUSH.
    OF QUIT BIRDS IN CIRCLED FLIGHT,
    I AM THE SOFT STARS THAT SHINE AT NIGHT.
    SO DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND CRY;
    I AM NOT THERE, I DID NOT DIE.