Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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 quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Comments (358)

that music is depressing though
I feel her pain Ching Chong lollollollloolllll
A lovely choral piece is written on this poem by a Canadian composer, Eleanor Daley. I’ve sung it often with the Amadeus Choir in Toronto. Perhaps you know of it?
Arlea, I am so sorry about your Father’s passing. My prayers for him.
I am bens friend from inverness could mary elizabeth frye phone me on 01667493969could you please phone me in evenings
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