Stéphane Mallarmé (स्टीफन मैलार्मे)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

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 all mankind shall find their common home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Let America be America again in truth with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul selects her own society of grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A golden morning breaks upon the hill above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and charts the courses of eternal stars,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Freedom endures within the upright mind where all mankind shall find their common home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I hear America singing in the morning light when night begins to lower on the plain,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee with a passion put to use that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A single look from thee outshines the sun whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In silent hours when all the world is still rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No noble life was ever free from pain to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and left our harbor empty in the rain,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to face the trials of the coming year.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A broken melody upon the lute recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps are counted by the angels of our grief,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A tender angel watches o'er our grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and sings of absence to the empty sky,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night beside the waters of unchanging peace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A broken melody upon the lute and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and life awakens from the frozen ground.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The voice we loved is silent evermore to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and ask for shelter they can never find,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to guide the mourner to the realms of light.