Robert Frost (रॉबर्ट फ्रॉस्ट)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to guide our children on the righteous path.

The soul selects her own society of grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and guides the nation toward the rising sun,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and closes down the valves of her attention,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A song of courage echoes down the years to guide our children on the righteous path.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands 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.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The soul selects her own society of grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The prairie wind carries the ancient name above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where all mankind shall find their common home.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore above the transient shadows of the earth.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and fills the silence with immortal song.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and finds in thee its everlasting home,No mortal parting can undo our bond and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I keep my vigil with thy memory near,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and finds in thee its everlasting home,No mortal parting can undo our bond and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Forever in thy presence I abide and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still where love and truth shall never know decay.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I love thee with a passion put to use that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Within the secret garden of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Across the silent prairie of the night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The twilight passes into eternal dawn to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,No human hand can wipe those tears away until he reaches freedom's open shore.

In silent hours when all the world is still remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground are known to heaven though the world be blind,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Old memories knock upon the silent door where sorrow sits in solemn company,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands where sorrow sits in solemn company,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and strips the forest of its summer crown,From broken shards a noble temple grows and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain are known to heaven though the world be blind,No human hand can wipe those tears away until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and pine for blessings that can come no more,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and left our harbor empty in the rain,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and every footstep whispers of decay,Love remains constant when all else has fled for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and left our harbor empty in the rain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.