POEM: I Did Not Die



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I DID NOT DIE


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 gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of,
quiet birds' 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 Frye
1932


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