Willa Cather (विला कैथर)

Let America be America again in truth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brave heart falters not before the storm above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The soul selects her own society of grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A song of courage echoes down the years and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with promises the faithful soul must keep,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to guide our children on the righteous path.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and looks on harbor and city silent still,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and closes down the valves of her attention,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and closes down the valves of her attention,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I hear America singing in the morning light and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul selects her own society of grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The prairie wind carries the ancient name above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

I hear America singing in the morning light with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where all mankind shall find their common home.

A single look from thee outshines the sun that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The quiet music of thy love remains and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in harmony that words can never reach.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and binds our hearts through all eternity.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and finds in thee its everlasting home,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the darkest winter into spring,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Across the silent prairie of the night and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Forever in thy presence I abide and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Forever in thy presence I abide and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,In every beat my heart repeats thy name stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent prairie of the night burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and strips the forest of its summer crown,From broken shards a noble temple grows and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A broken melody upon the lute to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth where sorrow sits in solemn company,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar remind the soul of joys that could not stay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The lamp flickers low within the room where sorrow sits in solemn company,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The ship sailed outward never to return and sings of absence to the empty sky,The twilight passes into eternal dawn above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Old memories knock upon the silent door are known to heaven though the world be blind,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The night is long but morning must return and hallows every memory of our loss.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor where sorrow sits in solemn company,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where every tear is wiped away for aye.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The ship sailed outward never to return are known to heaven though the world be blind,The night is long but morning must return and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and darkness settles on the weary brow,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and count the treasures that we held in vain,No human hand can wipe those tears away and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.