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A high quality art print featuring the beautiful poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye; "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep".
On a dark cream background with dark brown text. Set off center inside an Aubrey Beardsley illustration. This comforting text is often used as a memorial poem or funeral poem for those mourning and grieving their bereavement.
Scroll down to read the full poem text or click here: https://thetypographytipi.com/pages/poem-do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep
MEDIUM: Photographic Fine Art Print (UNFRAMED)
SIZE: Please choose from drop down menu - Common print sizes are: 5x7, 8x10, 8.5x11, A4, 11x14, 12x16, 18x24 and 24x36. Custom sizing is available, please send a message before completing your purchase to check the price of your custom size.
About your print:
Printed professionally on high quality photographic paper (NOT cheap card stock!) with a beautiful lustre finish (closely related to matte) with a slight sheen, using archival inks that will last for years.
It arrives carefully wrapped, unmatted and unframed.
Please feel free to contact me should you have any questions regarding your order.
This listing is for the print only, your item will be unframed.
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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 glints on snow.
I am the sunlight 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.