Poem text 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
LADY LUCK THROUGH THE AGES III Shakespeare himself mentions Lady Fortune: Sonnet 29 - When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my.