Gwendolyn Brooks (ग्वेन्डोलिन ब्रूक्स)

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

I hear America singing in the morning light to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Honor remains when monuments decay above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Let America be America again in truth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and charts the courses of eternal stars,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm and lights a candle in the darkening world.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Freedom endures within the upright mind and fills the silence with immortal song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to guide our children on the righteous path.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Let America be America again in truth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and closes down the valves of her attention,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A song of courage echoes down the years while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and closes down the valves of her attention,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to blend forever with the timeless dust,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,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 when night begins to lower on the plain,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to guide our children on the righteous path.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No mortal parting can undo our bond and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent prairie of the night and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and turns the darkest winter into spring,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

I love thee with a passion put to use until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I call thy name into the listening air,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

If thou remember me when years have flown and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I keep my vigil with thy memory near,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single look from thee outshines the sun thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor are known to heaven though the world be blind,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream a quiet witness of the vanished past,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The night is long but morning must return and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and strips the forest of its summer crown,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and life awakens from the frozen ground.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and find in solitude its quiet strength.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and strips the forest of its summer crown,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and sings of absence to the empty sky,From broken shards a noble temple grows when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The lamp flickers low within the room and ask for shelter they can never find,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The voice we loved is silent evermore while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross where every tear is wiped away for aye.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove can never wake the joy that once was ours,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.