Immortality

(A Thousand Winds)

 

 

Do not stand

By my grave, and weep.

I am not there,

I do not sleep -

 

I am the thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints in snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle, autumn rain.

As you awake with morning’s hush,

I am the swift, up-flinging rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight,

I am the day transcending night.

 

Do not stand

By my grave, and cry -

I am not there,

I did not die.

 

-Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934