Clare Harner (1909–1977), was an American journalist who is best known for this poem. She was born in Kansas and later moved to California. Although several of Harner's other poems were published, none are well-known. The below poem was largely forgotten until 1977, when John Wayne read it at a memorial service. In recent decades, it has been used following tragic events in many countries around the world, and the lyrics have been used in several songs.
Clare Harner
The Gypsy
December 1934
     Do not stand
     By my grave, and weep.
  I am not there,
     I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I 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 rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
  Do not stand
     By my grave, and cry—
  I am not there,
     I did not die.Â
What is the tone? Is this happy? Sad? Flippant?
How does the second line fit together with the last line?
Where does the speed change?
Compare this with O Captain! My Captain!, another poem about death.