Version 1 (revised by another hand?)
Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there. I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blowI am the diamond glints on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grainI am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning's hush,I am the swift uplifting rushOf 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
Version 2 (original?)
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 softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain,I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush,I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight.I am the starshine of the night.I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room.I am in the birds that sing,I am in each lovely thing.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there -- I do not die.
