Roads go ever ever on

woodland road

Turn at last to home afar

Coming to a rise he could see his own Hill in the distance, and he stopped suddenly and said:

Roads go ever ever on,
   Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
   By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
   And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
   And under mountains of the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
   Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
   Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
   And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
   And trees and hills they long have known.

by J. R. R. Tolkien (3 January 1892 – 2 September 1973)
from The Hobbit
chapter: The Last Stage
image – erix!

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