Internet Anagram Server : Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep (Mary Elizabeth Frye)

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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet 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.

The sunlight hits your photograph
And memories stir and start to dance,
I let the quietness linger then,
The moment fades, but not the pain
That hides within, it's undiminishing,
A format never finishing,
Distained and flat, a stone-hard fact...
Now, as rain drums on my window pane,
A dormant mind-light glows again,
And I believe I can make it through;
You'd want me to.
You'd want me to.