| I Sit and Think, by J.R,R, Tolkien |
[Jan. 16th, 2010|12:45 am] |
I Sit and Think
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.
-John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
Sad, but beautiful, like most of Tolkien's poems. Except for the Bath-Song. That's just pure good fun ^-^ |
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