ON DEATH AND DYING

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 glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush

of birds circling in flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.

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