Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. 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 in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave bereft I am not there. I have not left.Mary Elizabeth Frye
About This Quote
Robert Louis Stevenson said, “Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow; I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain; I am the fields of ripening grain. 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 in the flowers that bloom; I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave bereft, For you will be lonely too.”
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