A sense of justice is a noble fancy. - Esaias Tegnér

In Phebus realm, in knowledge as in verse,
All things are clear, the sun of Phoebus clear,
Clear was his crystal, the Kastalian.
What you cannot clearly say, you don’t know:
To tongue of man his thought brings word:
What’s said obscurely is what’s thought obscurely.

A glimpse of Breidablick, whose walls are light
As e'en the silver on the cliff it shone;
Of dark blue steel its columns azure height
And the big altar was one agate stone.
It seemed as if the air upheld alone
Its dome, unless supporting spirits bore it,
Studded with stars Odin's spangled throne,
A light inscrutable burned fiercely o'er it;
In sky-blue mantles,
Sat the gold-crowned gods before it.

Autumn has come;
Storming now heaveth the deep sea with foam,
Yet would I gratefully lie there,
Willingly die there.