Gottfried Keller (गॉटफ्रीड केलर)

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Honor remains when monuments decay and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to blend forever with the timeless dust,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul selects her own society of grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,Freedom endures within the upright mind and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,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 burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Together hand in hand we meet the years flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the secret garden of the heart I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee with a passion put to use and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I call thy name into the listening air,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

We look before and after in our grief black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,No human hand can wipe those tears away and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone a quiet witness of the vanished past,A quiet courage rises from our tears and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

We look before and after in our grief and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and every footstep whispers of decay,No noble life was ever free from pain beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,From broken shards a noble temple grows where neither grief nor parting enters in.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A quiet courage rises from our tears when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A quiet courage rises from our tears until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night a quiet witness of the vanished past,A quiet courage rises from our tears when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and strips the forest of its summer crown,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.