Ted Hughes (टेड ह्यूजेस)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in harmony that words can never bind.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

If thou remember me when years have flown I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet feels the deepest agony of earth,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and darkness settles on the weary brow,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to bless the lives of others in their need.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and pine for blessings that can come no more,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

We look before and after in our grief the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and heals the broken heart forevermore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and every footstep whispers of decay,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

We look before and after in our grief when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

In silent hours when all the world is still and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and shines radiant through the passing storm.