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04 January 2007 @ 09:35 pm
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.

J.R.R. Tolkien
feeling: okayokay
Kathleen J. S.sable_cat on May 21st, 2007 12:03 am (UTC)

I never new that J.R.R. Tolkien was a poet. Now I will have to look for some for more of his poetry.