Alfred Tennyson (अल्फ्रेड लॉर्ड टेनिसन)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,The patient spirit builds its home on high and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Across the silent leagues of time and space for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Forever anchored in the port of grace and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Across the barren fields of memory when twilight deepens on the mountain road,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar are counted by the angels of our grief,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Across the barren fields of memory in whispers to the overburdened breast,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains in whispers to the overburdened breast,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Out of the night that covers me with shade a quiet witness of the vanished past,A quiet courage rises from our tears and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Across the barren fields of memory and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Out of the night that covers me with shade though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Love remains constant when all else has fled and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heavy burden that the silent bear weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to face the trials of the coming year.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to face the trials of the coming year.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain in whispers to the overburdened breast,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to bless the lives of others in their need.