The Road goes ever on and on by JRR Tolkein:

The Road goes ever on and on by JRR Tolkein:

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.

3) 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.