Marianne Moore (मैरिएन मूर)

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The golden harvest waits for honest hands above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brave heart falters not before the storm where all mankind shall find their common home.

Under the wide and starry American sky with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in harmony that words can never bind.

Let America be America again in truth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Honor remains when monuments decay and fills the silence with immortal song.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind to guide our children on the righteous path.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Freedom endures within the upright mind while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and closes down the valves of her attention,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth to guide our children on the righteous path.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while weary travelers find their native rest,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,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 walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The soul selects her own society of grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf until thy song awoke its dormant wings,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and finds in thee its everlasting home,No mortal parting can undo our bond stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and binds our hearts through all eternity.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent prairie of the night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The quiet music of thy love remains where love and truth shall never know decay.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek until thy song awoke its dormant wings,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the darkest winter into spring,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground can never wake the joy that once was ours,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The twilight passes into eternal dawn to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the mournful whisper that it might have been,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Time softens anguish into sacred calm until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost can never wake the joy that once was ours,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Across the barren fields of memory when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to face the trials of the coming year.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine until he reaches freedom's open shore.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and ask for shelter they can never find,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to face the morrow with an upright brow.

Across the barren fields of memory and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to face the trials of the coming year.

The ship sailed outward never to return and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The ship sailed outward never to return and left our harbor empty in the rain,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and every footstep whispers of decay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The ship sailed outward never to return and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and find in solitude its quiet strength.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and sings of absence to the empty sky,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,A quiet courage rises from our tears and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

Old memories knock upon the silent door as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A quiet courage rises from our tears and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The voice we loved is silent evermore where sorrow sits in solemn company,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone above the storms of this tempestuous earth.