Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream. |
My heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill |
Swinging an ax against the door certainly involves violence, but it was not directly against a person, ... He made no threats. |
The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea. |
The route pretty much exists. It's a combination of land and water routes. The land routes, for the most part, follow existing roads. |
There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance. |