Analysis of Death is never the end

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;

When a soul is taken away
A life is formed.
Death is only the end to those who think it is.

A new world await us.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.