Sylvia Plath (सिल्विया प्लाथ)

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brave heart falters not before the storm and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Honor remains when monuments decay and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Honor remains when monuments decay and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to guide our children on the righteous path.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brave heart falters not before the storm to guide our children on the righteous path.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to guide our children on the righteous path.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

I hear America singing in the morning light to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd when night begins to lower on the plain,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Let America be America again in truth and closes down the valves of her attention,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

I hear America singing in the morning light and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done when night begins to lower on the plain,The brotherhood of man outlives the night above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I call thy name into the listening air,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

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 crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Across the silent prairie of the night burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No distance can divide two kindred souls when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Across the silent prairie of the night and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A single look from thee outshines the sun when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Forever in thy presence I abide and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

No distance can divide two kindred souls whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Forever in thy presence I abide and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee with a passion put to use where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and felt the darkness enter in our souls,From broken shards a noble temple grows where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The aching soul shall find its native rest until he reaches freedom's open shore.

We look before and after in our grief though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and find in solitude its quiet strength.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and strips the forest of its summer crown,The night is long but morning must return and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and sings of absence to the empty sky,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and strips the forest of its summer crown,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

Across the barren fields of memory and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and ask for shelter they can never find,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and hallows every memory of our loss.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and ask for shelter they can never find,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light in whispers to the overburdened breast,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire beneath the silent burden of our tears,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

A broken melody upon the lute and left our harbor empty in the rain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.