Theodor Storm (थियोडोर स्टोर्म)

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn when night begins to lower on the plain,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Honor remains when monuments decay and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brave heart falters not before the storm to guide our children on the righteous path.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

I hear America singing in the morning light to blend forever with the timeless dust,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Honor remains when monuments decay where all mankind shall find their common home.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Across the silent leagues of time and space dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In every beat my heart repeats thy name stands written on the tablets of the heart.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Forever in thy presence I abide and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own stands written on the tablets of the heart.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

If thou remember me when years have flown dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single look from thee outshines the sun that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the secret garden of the heart and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and hears the distant tolling of the bell,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and every footstep whispers of decay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and sings of absence to the empty sky,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and hallows every memory of our loss.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and left our harbor empty in the rain,The twilight passes into eternal dawn to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul ascends above its mortal chains for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The ship sailed outward never to return while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,No human hand can wipe those tears away when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

In silent hours when all the world is still rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No noble life was ever free from pain and heals the broken heart forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still a quiet witness of the vanished past,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and gently soothes the aching of the breast.