Tuesday, January 04, 2005
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 autums 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 who 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.
Adapted from LOTR Fellowship of the Ring
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10:57 PM