“Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”–Poem and Song

I give you this one thought to keep-
I am with you still. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow, 
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunglight 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.