Alphonse de Lamartine (अल्फोंस दे लामार्तिन)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and looks on harbor and city silent still,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I hear America singing in the morning light and walked with silence through the sacred grove,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brave heart falters not before the storm and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to guide our children on the righteous path.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and fills the silence with immortal song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to blend forever with the timeless dust,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

No distance can divide two kindred souls that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy sacred image dwells forevermore,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and binds our hearts through all eternity.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and turns the darkest winter into spring,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

If thou remember me when years have flown when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and found it radiant in thy quiet face,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl a quiet witness of the vanished past,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A broken melody upon the lute and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,A tender angel watches o'er our grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and hallows every memory of our loss.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth where sorrow sits in solemn company,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and every footstep whispers of decay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A broken melody upon the lute and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Across the barren fields of memory yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A broken melody upon the lute and count the treasures that we held in vain,The twilight passes into eternal dawn to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Love remains constant when all else has fled and finds its dwelling in eternal day.