“Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains of the moon.”
Beren
“There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.”
Lúthien Tinúviel
“He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.”
Robin Redbreast
“But Robin’s here, in coat of brown,
With ruddy breast-knot gay.
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
Robin singing sweetly
In the falling of the year.”
The Lonesome Morning Sun
“…beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.”
Song of Spring
“He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.”
The Mischief-maker
“…and that’s about when I realized I had tweaked enough noses in Bree-town. It was time to make myself scarce for a while.”
