Do N o t Stand at M y Grave and Weep Do not stand a t my grave and weep, 1 am not there. 1 do not sleep. 1 am a thousand winds th a t blow. 1 am the diamond glint on snow. ./ am the sunlight on ripened grain. 1 am the gentle autumn rain. W hen you wake in the morning hush. 1 am the swift, uplifting rush O f quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight a t night. D o not stand a t my grave and weep. 1 am not there. 1 do not sleep.