Amy Lowell (एमी लोवेल)

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where all mankind shall find their common home.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to blend forever with the timeless dust,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,The prairie wind carries the ancient name while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with promises the faithful soul must keep,Freedom endures within the upright mind and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,A golden morning breaks upon the hill above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Let America be America again in truth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and fills the silence with immortal song.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Honor remains when monuments decay while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

I love thee with a passion put to use when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name where love and truth shall never know decay.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I keep my vigil with thy memory near,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I call thy name into the listening air,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I love thee with a passion put to use whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The quiet music of thy love remains and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy constancy outshines the evening star stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I love thee with a passion put to use until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word where sorrow sits in solemn company,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and pine for blessings that can come no more,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain beneath the silent burden of our tears,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and hears the distant tolling of the bell,A quiet courage rises from our tears and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word where sorrow sits in solemn company,The aching soul shall find its native rest and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The ship sailed outward never to return and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The voice we loved is silent evermore beneath the silent burden of our tears,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Across the barren fields of memory weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and shines radiant through the passing storm.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night beneath the silent burden of our tears,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and sings of absence to the empty sky,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The lamp flickers low within the room are known to heaven though the world be blind,The twilight passes into eternal dawn when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire where sorrow sits in solemn company,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

In silent hours when all the world is still though all the meadowlands be green with spring,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The ship sailed outward never to return and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where neither grief nor parting enters in.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and left our harbor empty in the rain,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and fills the spirit with immortal love.