poet Mary Elizabeth Frye #127 on top 500 poets Poet's PagePoemsCommentsStatsBiographyShare on FacebookShare on Twitter Poems by Mary Elizabeth Frye : 1 / 1 Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye 0:12 / 3:40 Autoplay next poem 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. Mary Elizabeth Frye