Do not stand at my grave and weep.

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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 a diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

I am the flower in the backyard,

Planted there with loving regard.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starshine at night.

Do not stand by my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die.

 

-- Anonymous

 

 

A French girl honors fallen American Soldiers on Memorial Day 1945. This photo is from a collection of albums concerning temporary US Cemeteries in France provided to the United States after WWII.