Do not stand at my grave and weep

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This poem was left by a British soldier who was killed in Northern Ireland, but no-one knows who wrote it. I love the sentiment and it is one of my favourites. Do not stand at my grave           at my grave and weep I am not there           there I do not sleep I am a thousand           thousand winds that blow I am the diamond           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           the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft stars           stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there I did not die Do not stand at my grave           at my grave and weep I am not there           there I do not sleep I am a thousand           thousand winds that blow I am the diamond           diamond glints on snow Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there I did not die