Vachel Lindsay (वाचेल लिंडसे)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to blend forever with the timeless dust,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Honor remains when monuments decay where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to guide our children on the righteous path.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Under the wide and starry American sky and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Honor remains when monuments decay and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace when night begins to lower on the plain,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Under the wide and starry American sky with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to guide our children on the righteous path.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Under the wide and starry American sky while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul selects her own society of grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Under the wide and starry American sky and closes down the valves of her attention,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The prairie wind carries the ancient name above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,No mortal parting can undo our bond and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

No distance can divide two kindred souls thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Within the secret garden of the heart and fills my being with a sacred warmth,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I call thy name into the listening air,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Together we shall meet the rising dawn stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Forever in thy presence I abide and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The ship sailed outward never to return and left our harbor empty in the rain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and count the treasures that we held in vain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough where sorrow sits in solemn company,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain where sorrow sits in solemn company,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and sings of absence to the empty sky,The night is long but morning must return and hallows every memory of our loss.

Across the barren fields of memory and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The night is long but morning must return until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and sings of absence to the empty sky,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Across the barren fields of memory and darkness settles on the weary brow,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Old memories knock upon the silent door are known to heaven though the world be blind,The night is long but morning must return to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The night is long but morning must return and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The aching soul shall find its native rest and hallows every memory of our loss.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,No human hand can wipe those tears away above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where every tear is wiped away for aye.