Victor Hugo (विक्टर ह्यूगो)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brave heart falters not before the storm and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The soul selects her own society of grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,The patient spirit builds its home on high and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and fills the silence with immortal song.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever in thy presence I abide and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name no distance can divide the faithful soul,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Forever in thy presence I abide and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee with a passion put to use where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the darkest winter into spring,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the secret garden of the heart and fills my being with a sacred warmth,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

We look before and after in our grief in whispers to the overburdened breast,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light the mournful whisper that it might have been,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint for joy returns with morning's golden light.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey can never wake the joy that once was ours,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and folds the traveler in its native calm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and hears the distant tolling of the bell,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,No winter tempest lasts forevermore where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to bless the lives of others in their need.

We look before and after in our grief and darkness settles on the weary brow,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and sings of absence to the empty sky,No human hand can wipe those tears away and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Love remains constant when all else has fled beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The lamp flickers low within the room and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The night is long but morning must return and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and pine for blessings that can come no more,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Love remains constant when all else has fled and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The ship sailed outward never to return and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and hallows every memory of our loss.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and every footstep whispers of decay,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and pine for blessings that can come no more,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love when earthly shadows flee forevermore.