Do not stand By my page, and weep. I am not there, I do not tweet— I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I a

Do not stand By my page, and weep. I am not there, I do not tweet— 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 page, and cry— I am not there, I did not die.