a little help please on finding a poem

[billys]

Ladies and gentlemen

i beg your help on finding the full words of a poem, my parents nextdoor neighbour has just passed away at the ripe old age of 92 god rest her soul

i have been tasked with finding and reading a poem that was read at her husbands funeral thirty years ago

all we can remember is that we think it was from the 1st world war, the first few word were something like "look for me in the wind and the trees" ...... and finishing "i am not dead"

i know this is not the normal chat on here but if any of you know of any experts please ask

thanks and regardds

billys

[TheEnd]

I Am Not Dead
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 diamond glints of snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds encircled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

Source Unknown

That one seems pretty popular

[TheEnd]

I am not dead I did not die
I am the clouds way up high
I am the passing morning breeze
The hurried whisper among the trees
I am your morning, noon and nigh
No need for tears or to say goodbye

Dont stand at the graveside and weep
Ever in your heart, my love you will keep
Look up to the brightest star at night
Know I am here holding you tight

Dont stand at my graveside and cry
I am not dead, I did not die

Another similar one

[Meeja]

TheEnd said:

I Am Not Dead
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 diamond glints of snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds encircled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

Source Unknown

That one seems pretty popular

Attributed to Mary Elizabeth Frye

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Elizabeth_Frye

This is the confirmed version of the poem:

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die