Colette (कोलेट)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The music of your voice upon the wind safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The music of your voice upon the wind remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In silent hours when all the world is still and darkness settles on the weary brow,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Love remains constant when all else has fled and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to bless the lives of others in their need.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Across the barren fields of memory and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to bless the lives of others in their need.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Out of the night that covers me with shade black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Love remains constant when all else has fled and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and darkness settles on the weary brow,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone are counted by the angels of our grief,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Across the barren fields of memory our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and pine for blessings that can come no more,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown beside the waters of unchanging peace.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Love remains constant when all else has fled and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The tears that fall in secret through the night lies broken on the cold and silent stone,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and gently soothes the aching of the breast.