I Sit Beside The Fire And Think
I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen,
Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers there 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.
This was always my favorite poem from The Lord of the Rings. =P
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