Tall Ships And Tall Kings

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

He chanted a song of wizardry, Of piercing, opening, of treachery, Revealing, uncovering, betraying. Then sudden Felagund there

We heard of the horns in the hills ringing, The swords shining in the South-kingdom. Steeds went striding to the stoning As wind in the morning.

The King beneath the mountains, The King of carven stone, The lord of silver fountains, Shall come into his own!

When evening in the Shire was greyhis footsteps on the Hill were heard; before the dawn he went awayon journey long without a word. From Wilderland to Western shore, from northern waste to southern hill

Where now is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?

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…

The fat cat on the mat may seem to dreamof nice mice that suffice for him, or cream; but he free, maybe, walks in thoughtunbowed, proud, where loud roared and foughthis kin, lean and slim, or deep in denin the East feasted on beasts and…