Warm are the still and lucky miles

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 lover's arms.

Silence invades the breating wood

Where drowsy limbs a treasure keep,

Now greenly falls the learned shade

Across the sleeping brows

And stirs ther 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.