Do Not Stand By 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 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.

(Author Unknown.

But found by parents of

Steve Cummins, soldier killed on

active service in Northern Ireland,

in an envelope left for them

A poem with these lyrics was penned by Mary Frye in 1936, and a second with versus 1 and 2 altered was penned by Wilbur Skeels in 1996. The poems can be found on:

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