Poem 8, Do Not... br ~ br Don't stand by my grave and weep br For I'm not there, I do not sleep br I am a thousand winds that blow br I am the diamonds glint on snow. br br I am the sunlight on ripened grain br I am the gentle autumns rain br When you awaken in mornings hush br I am the swift uplifting rush. br br Of quiet birds in circle flight br I am the soft stars that shine at night br Do not stand by my grave and cry br I am not there, I did not die.