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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 bewhen 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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J R R Tolkien

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (3 January 1892 – 2 September 1973) was an English writer, poet, philologist, and academic, best known as the author o…
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