Edgar Lee Masters (एडगर ली मास्टर्स)

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to guide our children on the righteous path.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brave heart falters not before the storm to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Under the wide and starry American sky and closes down the valves of her attention,Freedom endures within the upright mind and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast above the transient shadows of the earth.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where all mankind shall find their common home.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The soul selects her own society of grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Let America be America again in truth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and closes down the valves of her attention,The brave heart falters not before the storm and lights a candle in the darkening world.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and looks on harbor and city silent still,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and fills the silence with immortal song.

Under the wide and starry American sky where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and closes down the valves of her attention,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the darkest winter into spring,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth where love and truth shall never know decay.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No distance can divide two kindred souls until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The quiet music of thy love remains and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In every beat my heart repeats thy name where love and truth shall never know decay.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Across the silent prairie of the night where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and strips the forest of its summer crown,The night is long but morning must return and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and leaves an ache that time can never heal,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and pine for blessings that can come no more,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair a quiet witness of the vanished past,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The ship sailed outward never to return and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Old memories knock upon the silent door can never wake the joy that once was ours,The night is long but morning must return to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough where sorrow sits in solemn company,The aching soul shall find its native rest and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No noble life was ever free from pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and leaves an ache that time can never heal,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until he reaches freedom's open shore.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and sings of absence to the empty sky,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and hallows every memory of our loss.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair the mournful whisper that it might have been,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A broken melody upon the lute and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,No winter tempest lasts forevermore where every tear is wiped away for aye.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey where sorrow sits in solemn company,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.