Alfred de Musset (अल्फ्रेड दे म्यूसे)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to blend forever with the timeless dust,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to guide our children on the righteous path.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to blend forever with the timeless dust,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I hear America singing in the morning light when night begins to lower on the plain,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where all mankind shall find their common home.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and fills the silence with immortal song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

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 truth and justice hold eternal sway.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold where love and truth shall never know decay.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and finds in thee its everlasting home,The quiet music of thy love remains and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I love thee with a passion put to use where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and binds our hearts through all eternity.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In silent hours when all the world is still and darkness settles on the weary brow,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and strips the forest of its summer crown,No human hand can wipe those tears away and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No night so dark but morning comes at last to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Love remains constant when all else has fled and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Across the barren fields of memory yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The soul ascends above its mortal chains for joy returns with morning's golden light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men a quiet witness of the vanished past,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and hears the distant tolling of the bell,A tender angel watches o'er our grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and leaves an ache that time can never heal,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The ship sailed outward never to return where sorrow sits in solemn company,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.