To: Rhyminsimon
The rest of it is..
Where now 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?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
Thedays have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
Theoden, TTT, Book 1, page 130
74 posted on
09/02/2003 1:39:48 PM PDT by
My back yard
(Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?)
To: My back yard
Theoden, TTT, Book 1, page 130
Wow that is beautiful writing Mby.
75 posted on
09/02/2003 2:01:02 PM PDT by
Soaring Feather
(Poetry lives in me and me through it. I say teacher.)
To: My back yard
Theoden, TTT, Book 1, page 130 The words are vaguely familiar,
though I have not heard the name
He is a master of allusion
Word, and verse, all the same.
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