Isaac Asimov (आइजैक असिमोव)

The soul selects her own society of grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Along the winding pathways of our years and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and closes down the valves of her attention,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and closes down the valves of her attention,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Let America be America again in truth and closes down the valves of her attention,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and looks on harbor and city silent still,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and lights a candle in the darkening world.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Honor remains when monuments decay and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well when night begins to lower on the plain,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and fills the silence with immortal song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Honor remains when monuments decay and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Let America be America again in truth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where all mankind shall find their common home.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Freedom endures within the upright mind and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with promises the faithful soul must keep,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Let America be America again in truth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still where love and truth shall never know decay.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Across the silent prairie of the night that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and holds us fast against the changing tide.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I call thy name into the listening air,The golden chord of devotion cannot break 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,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests where love and truth shall never know decay.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Across the silent prairie of the night that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy love is better than the richest wine when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Within the secret garden of the heart and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The quiet music of thy love remains and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Across the silent prairie of the night and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height remains a beacon of enduring peace,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and sings of absence to the empty sky,The quiet grave receives our weary dust above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor can never wake the joy that once was ours,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and find in solitude its quiet strength.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and every footstep whispers of decay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A broken melody upon the lute as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and hallows every memory of our loss.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and darkness settles on the weary brow,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and sings of absence to the empty sky,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The voice we loved is silent evermore are known to heaven though the world be blind,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost can never wake the joy that once was ours,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain where neither grief nor parting enters in.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night where sorrow sits in solemn company,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A broken melody upon the lute where sorrow sits in solemn company,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.