author unknown: 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 the 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 circuling flight,I am the soft starshine at night.Do not stand by my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die.