| Immortality | |
| Do not stand | |
| By my grave, and weep. | |
| I am not there, | |
| I do not sleep— | |
| I am the thousand winds that blow, | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| Of quiet birds in circling flight, | |
| I am the day transcending night. | |
| Do not stand | |
| By my grave, and cry— | |
| I am not there, | 15 |
| I did not die. |
