Shelley's
Memorial Place
Resting Place
September 28, 1998
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 stars that shine at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Death is but crossing the world,
as friends do the seas;
They live in one another still
This box is placed upon Shelley's grave
and holds momentos that are left
by friends and family. Inside there
is also a journal
for anyone who chooses to write something.
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
that we still are
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used
Put no difference in your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together
Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
without the trace of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is unbroken continuity
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you
somewhere very near;
just around the corner
All is well
Written by: Henry Scott Holland
Sibley Cemetery is located on the Cane Market
Road across from Mangum Chapel in Walker, Louisiana
There are twelve sets of windchimes
on Shelley's grave.
