Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am there, i do not sleep. I am the thousand wind's that blow. I am the diamond glint in the snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush; I am the swift, uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not their i do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not their i did not die,