Elizabeth Bishop (एलिजाबेथ बिशप)

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where all mankind shall find their common home.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and fills the silence with immortal song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and looks on harbor and city silent still,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to guide our children on the righteous path.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Honor remains when monuments decay and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul selects her own society of grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Freedom endures within the upright mind while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to guide our children on the righteous path.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and closes down the valves of her attention,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in harmony that words can never bind.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brotherhood of man outlives the night above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where all mankind shall find their common home.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where all mankind shall find their common home.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to blend forever with the timeless dust,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song when night begins to lower on the plain,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and binds our hearts through all eternity.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the darkest winter into spring,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Across the silent prairie of the night and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and binds our hearts through all eternity.

I love thee with a passion put to use and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No mortal parting can undo our bond stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Forever in thy presence I abide and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and sings of absence to the empty sky,The aching soul shall find its native rest and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth can never wake the joy that once was ours,The aching soul shall find its native rest and find in solitude its quiet strength.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Love remains constant when all else has fled and folds the traveler in its native calm.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey where sorrow sits in solemn company,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and every footstep whispers of decay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough 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 cup of sorrow passed into my hands and strips the forest of its summer crown,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The night is long but morning must return where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The tears that fall in secret through the night rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,No winter tempest lasts forevermore when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,No human hand can wipe those tears away and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.