This poem is now generally attributed to the American poet, Mary Elizabeth Frye. It is hugely popular and gives comfort to many bereaved people. There is still uncertainty as to the definitive wording and the authorship is still sometimes contested; for example it is also claimed on behalf of Clar...
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.