Anyway, it is indeed a lovely lyric, so I share it with you here:
If I should die and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep. For my sake, turn again to life and smile, nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do something to comfort weaker hearts than thine. Complete those dear unfinished tasks of mine, and I perchance may therein comfort you. - Mary Lee Hall |
This puts me in mind of another poem along the same lines, and again written by a Mary-three-names:
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 rain
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 rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
- Mary Elizabeth Frye
This second poem was set by Canadian composer, Eleanor Daley as part of her Requiem...a beautiful choral piece: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJS9h09yGEY
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