I DID NOT DIE 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 gentle autumn's rain.When you awaken in the mornings hush,I am the swift uplifting rush of,quiet birds' circled flight.I am the soft starsthat shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry:I am not there. I did not die.Mary Frye1932