“Immortality” (Clare Harner, 1934)
Do not stand By my grave, and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep—I am the thousand winds that blowI am the diamond glints in snowI 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 rushOf quiet birds in circling flight,I am … Read more“Immortality” (Clare Harner, 1934)