Jan 9, 2013


"I sit beside the fire and think
 Of all that I have seen
 Of meadow flowers and butterflies
 In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
 In autumns that there were
 With morning mist and silver sun
 And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
 Of how the world will be
 When winter comes without a spring
 That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
 That I have never seen
 In every wood in every spring
 There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
 Of people long ago
 And people that will see a world
 That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
 Of times there were before
 I listen for returning feet
 And voices at the door."
- J.R.R. Tolkien -

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