Wallace Stevens (वॉलेस स्टीवंस)

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold when night begins to lower on the plain,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Let America be America again in truth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

I hear America singing in the morning light and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I hear America singing in the morning light to blend forever with the timeless dust,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul selects her own society of grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brave heart falters not before the storm and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and lights a candle in the darkening world.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul when night begins to lower on the plain,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Under the wide and starry American sky and closes down the valves of her attention,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Freedom endures within the upright mind and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The soul selects her own society of grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands 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.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Honor remains when monuments decay and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee with a passion put to use thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Across the silent prairie of the night and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Across the silent prairie of the night whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee with a passion put to use thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The quiet music of thy love remains and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own where love and truth shall never know decay.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No distance can divide two kindred souls burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,From broken shards a noble temple grows and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the mournful whisper that it might have been,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The voice we loved is silent evermore while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and pine for blessings that can come no more,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor beneath the silent burden of our tears,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and fills the spirit with immortal love.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and hallows every memory of our loss.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The lamp flickers low within the room as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The aching soul shall find its native rest until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and count the treasures that we held in vain,The aching soul shall find its native rest until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the wandering footsteps find no resting place,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The voice we loved is silent evermore where sorrow sits in solemn company,No human hand can wipe those tears away and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground where sorrow sits in solemn company,The night is long but morning must return and find in solitude its quiet strength.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist a quiet witness of the vanished past,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Across the barren fields of memory the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and ask for shelter they can never find,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and purifies the soul from earthly dross.