评论来自 46763

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 Northrend'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 in the drums loud and grand, the thunderous hooves across Nagrand.
I am the stars warmly gleaming, over Darnassus softly dreaming.
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.

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This poem is written for Caylee.

评论来自 704

Pick up this quest in Stormwind Keep, in the garden area to the left as you come in. Seems to work for both Scryer and Aldor.

评论来自 Sylvanir

This is an old Native American poem. The creator is unknown. Blizzard has obviously changed it a bit. The orignal poem is this:

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's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.

评论来自 256531

Thank you blizz for putting this poem in WOW. I had the original poem by Mary Frye sent in a sympathy card when my Mother passed away 24yrs ago but lost the card. I have been looking for it ever since as I think it is one of the most beautiful poems ever written and it really helped me in my loss

评论来自 358889

Does NOT count toward the Loremaster achievement.

评论来自 53803

Smart kid...

评论来自 Buran

I'm always moved to tears when reading this and the original.

With all the hate and grief in this world, it is more important than ever to remember those we loved. Love and loss are rightfully two of the most important subjects of songs and poetry, and this is one of the most eloquent expressions of loss I know.

I want this read at my own memorial service.

评论来自 Tygerlilly

One of the most beautiful poems I've ever read. This is another version, my favorite:

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.

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