Immortality by Clare Harner 1934 Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep - I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glins in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain. As you awaken with morning's hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circling light, I am the day transcending night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die.