Walter de la Mare (वॉल्टर डी ला मेयर)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,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 of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

In silent hours when all the world is still remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and folds the traveler in its native calm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and darkness settles on the weary brow,Love remains constant when all else has fled and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and darkness settles on the weary brow,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and hears the distant tolling of the bell,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and life awakens from the frozen ground.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar are counted by the angels of our grief,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to face the trials of the coming year.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and finds its refuge in the peace of God.