19 请不要站在我的墓前哭泣 Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep

Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep possibly by Mary Elizabeth Fry

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's 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.