The last line was cut off from the poem and a few people have requested the whole poem. Here it is again. Do not stand at his grave and weep he is not there, he does not sleep he is a thousand winds that blow he is the diamond gilt on snow he is the sunlight on the window pane he is the gentle autumn rain he is the dancing shadow just out of sight he is the soft stars that shine at night do not stand at his grave and cry he is not there - he did not die he lives each day in our hearts and one day soon we will join again and never part [Posted in FML issue 1911]