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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.
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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.
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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.