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[dreamflower]

Okay, these are so amazingly fascinating!

Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed,
But not yet weary are our feet
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone
Tree and flower, leaf and grass
Let them pass
Hill and water under sky



A couple more, behind the cut:


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.



In Western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may bloom in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there may be ‘tis cloudless night
And swaying beeches bear
The Elven stars as jewels bright
Amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey’s end I lie,
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars forever dwell;
I will not say the Day is done
Nor bid the Stars farewell.



All that is gold does not glitter
Not all who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be awoken
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be King.