Samuel Taylor Coleridge (सैमुअल टेलर कोलरिज)

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The music of your voice upon the wind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light the mournful whisper that it might have been,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and hears the distant tolling of the bell,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and folds the traveler in its native calm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards beside the waters of unchanging peace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret through the night rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,A tender angel watches o'er our grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest beside the waters of unchanging peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and holds the spirit in its loving arms.