Annette von Droste-Hülshoff (अनेते फॉन ड्रोस्टे-ह्यूल्सहॉफ)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Let America be America again in truth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to guide our children on the righteous path.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and charts the courses of eternal stars,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Let America be America again in truth with promises the faithful soul must keep,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul selects her own society of grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to guide our children on the righteous path.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with promises the faithful soul must keep,Freedom endures within the upright mind where all mankind shall find their common home.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and peace remains when all things fade away.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Along the winding pathways of our years with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

If thou remember me when years have flown I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown remains a beacon of enduring peace,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Forever in thy presence I abide and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the secret garden of the heart and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I call thy name into the listening air,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Out of the night that covers me with shade though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and every footstep whispers of decay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough are known to heaven though the world be blind,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and hears the distant tolling of the bell,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands where sorrow sits in solemn company,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Across the barren fields of memory remind the soul of joys that could not stay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Across the barren fields of memory and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to face the trials of the coming year.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and strips the forest of its summer crown,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and pine for blessings that can come no more,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The ship sailed outward never to return and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to face the trials of the coming year.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and fills the spirit with immortal love.