Lines from JRR Tolkien

I Sit Beside The Fire And Think . . .

JRR Tolkien

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.

 

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