A Poem by J. R. R. Tolkien
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 never 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.
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 never 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.
I'm currently reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time. One thing I love about the books is how Tolkien incorporates poetry into his story. This is my favorite poem of his so far.
love,
Hannah
Ooohh, this is so pretty and thought out, and the picture at the top goes perfectly. I've been considering reading LoTR when I have some free time. You should totally review the book(s) when you've finished, I'd like to know your thoughts!
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Aw, thanks Katie! Yeah, I'd love to do a post like that! :)
Deletewow. I love that still! it's lovely! I too am going through LOTR {it's taken me a year and a half to finish :D}. love this. xx
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