look not for me here
because I am not here
Is it this one?
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 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Can anyone tell me who the auther is of this poem? I can only remember a few lines. It goes something like this:
A golden doe and a spotted fawn
Came to the brisk, cool creek at dawn
Forded the riffle where spring met sea
And faced me unexpectedly
Cold eyes met mine
Devoid of fear
A flick of tail
A twitch of ear........
That's all I can remember from an elementary class many, many years ago. Thanks!