Carl Sandburg (कार्ल सैंडबर्ग)

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and closes down the valves of her attention,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and looks on harbor and city silent still,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Freedom endures within the upright mind while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to guide our children on the righteous path.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Freedom endures within the upright mind and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The soul selects her own society of grace and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Freedom endures within the upright mind 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 to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

I hear America singing in the morning light and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast above the transient shadows of the earth.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and closes down the valves of her attention,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to guide our children on the righteous path.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where love and truth abide forevermore.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to guide our children on the righteous path.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and closes down the valves of her attention,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the darkest winter into spring,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Forever in thy presence I abide and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I love thee with a passion put to use when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Forever in thy presence I abide stands written on the tablets of the heart.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Across the silent prairie of the night and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the secret garden of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I call thy name into the listening air,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and holds us fast against the changing tide.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A broken melody upon the lute and strips the forest of its summer crown,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and ask for shelter they can never find,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men a quiet witness of the vanished past,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The night is long but morning must return when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and count the treasures that we held in vain,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and left our harbor empty in the rain,The aching soul shall find its native rest and hallows every memory of our loss.

Old memories knock upon the silent door to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and strips the forest of its summer crown,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night are known to heaven though the world be blind,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and find in solitude its quiet strength.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs a quiet witness of the vanished past,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

We walk through ruins of our former joy recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,From broken shards a noble temple grows and hallows every memory of our loss.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and strips the forest of its summer crown,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to bless the lives of others in their need.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The aching soul shall find its native rest to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor beneath the silent burden of our tears,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to face the morrow with an upright brow.