I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
ANN MARGRET ELIZABETH NELLOR