Edward Lear (एडवर्ड लीयर)

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills that whispers through the tumult of the age,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and charts the courses of eternal stars,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in harmony that words can never bind.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

If thou remember me when years have flown and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

If thou remember me when years have flown and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Out of the night that covers me with shade to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No noble life was ever free from pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men are counted by the angels of our grief,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream a quiet witness of the vanished past,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Across the barren fields of memory our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and pine for blessings that can come no more,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains lies broken on the cold and silent stone,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.