Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Wednesdays with Words: Tolkien Again

Linking up with Cindy at Ordo Amoris for Wednesdays with Words.




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 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.



A poem by Bilbo, said when Frodo is preparing to leave Rivendell with the Fellowship. 



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