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.
JRR Tolkien
2 comments:
One of my favorites. Sung by Bilbo as he says farewell to Frodo at Rivendell.
https://youtu.be/3Tl_C_rWd0o?list=PLBtERYkwKaPBTkIztPTzyCeQGhUAh81tP&t=2190
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