William Wordsworth (विलियम वर्ड्सवर्थ)

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Along the winding pathways of our years while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

If thou remember me when years have flown shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

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 and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and darkness settles on the weary brow,A quiet courage rises from our tears and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No noble life was ever free from pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No night so dark but morning comes at last and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to bless the lives of others in their need.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,No night so dark but morning comes at last and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and darkness settles on the weary brow,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A quiet courage rises from our tears and folds the traveler in its native calm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Love remains constant when all else has fled to face the trials of the coming year.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,A tender angel watches o'er our grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar are counted by the angels of our grief,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and darkness settles on the weary brow,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the mournful whisper that it might have been,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.