Robert Lowell (रॉबर्ट लोवेल)

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with promises the faithful soul must keep,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to guide our children on the righteous path.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and closes down the valves of her attention,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where all mankind shall find their common home.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

Let America be America again in truth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with promises the faithful soul must keep,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where all mankind shall find their common home.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and fills the silence with immortal song.

I hear America singing in the morning light and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Honor remains when monuments decay and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to guide our children on the righteous path.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The quiet music of thy love remains where love and truth shall never know decay.

Within the secret garden of the heart where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The quiet music of thy love remains and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the secret garden of the heart and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single look from thee outshines the sun that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In every beat my heart repeats thy name stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee with a passion put to use and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,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 brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests no distance can divide the faithful soul,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I keep my vigil with thy memory near,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the darkest winter into spring,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I call thy name into the listening air,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Forever in thy presence I abide and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No mortal parting can undo our bond and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands are known to heaven though the world be blind,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and felt the darkness enter in our souls,From broken shards a noble temple grows where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Love remains constant when all else has fled and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word are known to heaven though the world be blind,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain where neither grief nor parting enters in.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and darkness settles on the weary brow,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to bless the lives of others in their need.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The aching soul shall find its native rest until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and ask for shelter they can never find,The aching soul shall find its native rest and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and darkness settles on the weary brow,Love remains constant when all else has fled to bless the lives of others in their need.

Old memories knock upon the silent door as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Time softens anguish into sacred calm until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

We look before and after in our grief weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost are known to heaven though the world be blind,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross where neither grief nor parting enters in.

Across the barren fields of memory and every footstep whispers of decay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A broken melody upon the lute can never wake the joy that once was ours,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.