The poem is either called, or comes from
“A Parable of Immortality”, and is often misquoted or attributed to others.
We thank Lori Johnson for bringing this information, as well at the name of the reputed true author, to our attention.
Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousands winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints of snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush or quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.