I am in a thousand winds that blow, Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in a quiet room. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I am a thousand winds that blow. When you awaken in the morning's hush. "You live longer once you realize that any time spent being unhappy is wasted." "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" is a poem attributed to be written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. I have not left. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am the gentle autumn rain. I am the fields of ripening grain. I am the soft starlight at night. Tears water our growth." When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am in the morning hush, I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. Let Me Count The Ways (Sonnet From The Portuguese No.43), OUR AUDIOBOOK IS NOW AVAILABLE THROUGH AUDIBLE &. " I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. In fact, the rhyme illustrates how clear the poet is on the matter of celebrating life rather than death. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the diamond glint on snow. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am the gentle autumn rain. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the starshine of the night. Ruth E. Renkl. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave bereft Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I did not die. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle Autumn rain. I do not sleep. I am in each lovely thing. It's the life in your years." I am the diamond glints on snow. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds. I do not sleep. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at anytime. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Leisure (What Is This Life If Full Of Care), Home-Thoughts, From Abroad ("O To Be In England"), How Do I Love Thee? I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. William Shakespeare. I am the softly falling snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was purportedly confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren, a newspaper columnist. Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live? I am in the graceful rush Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. Of beautiful birds in circling flight, Cosmopolitan House, Old Fore Street, Sidmouth, Devon, EX10 8LS, Contact : [email protected]. I am the swift uplifting rush. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. &In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.& Robert Frost, &What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.&Albert Pike, &The fear of death follows from the fear of life. Abraham Lincoln, Famous Last Words: &That was a great game of golf, fellas.& Bing. In circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night I am a thousand winds that blow.