I give this one thought to keep
I am with you still-do not weep .
I am a thousand winds that blows.
I am the diamond glint 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 quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you stilt-in each new dawn .
            
Myriah young