Under the moon I used be lonely, and the droning of the bees meant nothing to me, and now it is a sweet brave song.

I cannot play 'Willow Branches' any more, so alien is sadness to me.

And the moon smiles.

I am very happy, Marco Polo." "It is the True Religion, little Golden Bells, that makes you happy." "Is it, Marco Polo?
Is it?
It must be, I suppose.

I don't know what it is, but I am very happy.".