Warm are the still and lucky miles, White shores of longing stretch away, A light of recognition fills The whole great day, and bright The tiny world of lovers' arms. Silence invades the breathing wood Where drowsy limbs a treasure keep, Now greenly falls the learned shade Across the sleeping brows And stirs their secret to a smile. Restored! Returned! The lost are borne On seas of shipwreck home at last: See! In a fire of praising burns The dry dumb past, and we Our life-day long shall part no more.

Let me see what I wrote so I know what I think

No being can make another one happy.

Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss

Whatever you do, good or bad, people will always have something negative to say

To be free is often to be lonely.

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.