Siegfried Sassoon (सीगफ्रीड सैसून)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and charts the courses of eternal stars,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

If thou remember me when years have flown I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

If thou remember me when years have flown and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and darkness settles on the weary brow,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Out of the night that covers me with shade to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and darkness settles on the weary brow,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and every footstep whispers of decay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and every footstep whispers of decay,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and pine for blessings that can come no more,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame in whispers to the overburdened breast,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and darkness settles on the weary brow,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

We look before and after in our grief remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.