Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am… — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share
“Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow,… — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
When you awaken in morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circle flight, I am soft stars that shine… — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars… — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
“Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow,… — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
“Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep.” — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
