Edith Wharton (एडिथ व्हार्टन)

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The prairie wind carries the ancient name while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

I hear America singing in the morning light beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and fills the silence with immortal song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The soul selects her own society of grace and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where all mankind shall find their common home.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to guide our children on the righteous path.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Honor remains when monuments decay where all mankind shall find their common home.

The soul selects her own society of grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay where all mankind shall find their common home.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns where love and truth shall never know decay.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still stands written on the tablets of the heart.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No distance can divide two kindred souls that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Forever in thy presence I abide and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom thy grace descends upon my weary soul,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The quiet music of thy love remains and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I love thee with a passion put to use and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I love thee with a passion put to use burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the darkest winter into spring,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The lamp flickers low within the room as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,No human hand can wipe those tears away and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough where sorrow sits in solemn company,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The lamp flickers low within the room and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Time softens anguish into sacred calm 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,No noble life was ever free from pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and left our harbor empty in the rain,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Across the barren fields of memory and pine for blessings that can come no more,In patient silence let the sufferer wait until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and leaves an ache that time can never heal,No human hand can wipe those tears away where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,No noble life was ever free from pain and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The voice we loved is silent evermore can never wake the joy that once was ours,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove can never wake the joy that once was ours,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and hallows every memory of our loss.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and every footstep whispers of decay,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain to face the morrow with an upright brow.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and left our harbor empty in the rain,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.