agentsuitcase: Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am the shadows thr
agentsuitcase: Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am the shadows thrown by fireI am the hush on blackened mireI am a thousand silent sighsOf beings freed and bonds untiedI am the ashen pallour’d skyThe smoke, the shade, the shrieking cryOf wind between the peaks at night,The quiet shadow taking flightDo not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there; I did not die.Hornet holds another vigil. -- source link