这首诗是Mary Frye女士在1932年为好友Margaret Schwarzkopf母亲过世而写下的作品。诗本身并没有名字,因此一般就以其第一句"Do not stand at my grave and weep"来命名。 在国外的葬礼上、或是纪念战争的追思会上往往都可以听到这首诗被朗诵著。
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush.
I am the stars warmly gleaming,
over everyone's softly dreaming.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I did not die.
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以下是WOW为了纪念某患白血病玩家所做出的送信任务剧情,其中信上是这么写的.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,across Northreand’s bright and shining snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,on Westfall’s fields of golden grain.
I am in the morning hush,of Stranglethorn’s jungle,green and lush.
I am the stars warmly gleeming,over Darnassus softly dreaming.
I am in the birds that sing,I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my geave and cry,I am not there.I do not die.
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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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush.
I am the stars warmly gleaming,
over everyone's softly dreaming.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I did not die.
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以下是WOW为了纪念某患白血病玩家所做出的送信任务剧情,其中信上是这么写的.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,across Northreand’s bright and shining snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,on Westfall’s fields of golden grain.
I am in the morning hush,of Stranglethorn’s jungle,green and lush.
I am the stars warmly gleeming,over Darnassus softly dreaming.
I am in the birds that sing,I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my geave and cry,I am not there.I do not die.
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