H P Lovecraft (एच. पी. लवक्राफ्ट)

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and looks on harbor and city silent still,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

I hear America singing in the morning light where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to blend forever with the timeless dust,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where all mankind shall find their common home.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A song of courage echoes down the years and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and fills the silence with immortal song.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul selects her own society of grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to guide our children on the righteous path.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song to blend forever with the timeless dust,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to guide our children on the righteous path.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to guide our children on the righteous path.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea where love and truth abide forevermore.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

I hear America singing in the morning light beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where love and truth abide forevermore.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brave heart falters not before the storm to guide our children on the righteous path.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and guides the nation toward the rising sun,In every breast a spark of heaven glows above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy love is better than the richest wine that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Forever in thy presence I abide and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Across the silent prairie of the night thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee with a passion put to use 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 sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Across the silent prairie of the night and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,No mortal parting can undo our bond and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Across the silent leagues of time and space burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy constancy outshines the evening star stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The aching soul shall find its native rest above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and sings of absence to the empty sky,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and hallows every memory of our loss.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A quiet courage rises from our tears to bless the lives of others in their need.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

We walk through ruins of our former joy where sorrow sits in solemn company,Time softens anguish into sacred calm to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

We look before and after in our grief the mournful whisper that it might have been,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The lamp flickers low within the room and left our harbor empty in the rain,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,No human hand can wipe those tears away and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

In silent hours when all the world is still to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The lamp flickers low within the room and ask for shelter they can never find,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.