Edna St Vincent Millay (एडना सेंट विंसेंट मिले)

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Freedom endures within the upright mind where all mankind shall find their common home.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where all mankind shall find their common home.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul selects her own society of grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and fills the silence with immortal song.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,Honor remains when monuments decay and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

I hear America singing in the morning light and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Honor remains when monuments decay where all mankind shall find their common home.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth to guide our children on the righteous path.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul selects her own society of grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and found it radiant in thy quiet face,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and binds our hearts through all eternity.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and finds in thee its everlasting home,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Forever in thy presence I abide and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns where love and truth shall never know decay.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

No distance can divide two kindred souls when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Forever in thy presence I abide and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the secret garden of the heart I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The quiet music of thy love remains and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Within the secret garden of the heart and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I call thy name into the listening air,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and count the treasures that we held in vain,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

Out of the night that covers me with shade black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The lamp flickers low within the room can never wake the joy that once was ours,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

We walk through ruins of our former joy where sorrow sits in solemn company,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

Across the barren fields of memory weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground where sorrow sits in solemn company,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lamp flickers low within the room 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.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where neither grief nor parting enters in.

We look before and after in our grief the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and strips the forest of its summer crown,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

In silent hours when all the world is still remind the soul of joys that could not stay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost can never wake the joy that once was ours,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and count the treasures that we held in vain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and ask for shelter they can never find,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and find in solitude its quiet strength.