Rupert Brooke (रुपर्ट ब्रुक)

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

True love outlives the changing of the year of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men in whispers to the overburdened breast,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and shines radiant through the passing storm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the mournful whisper that it might have been,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and pine for blessings that can come no more,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

We look before and after in our grief and every footstep whispers of decay,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Across the barren fields of memory a quiet witness of the vanished past,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul ascends above its mortal chains for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Across the barren fields of memory though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to bless the lives of others in their need.

Across the barren fields of memory when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and darkness settles on the weary brow,Love remains constant when all else has fled to bless the lives of others in their need.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and turns the midnight shadow into day.