Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26444332-20170820193035/@comment-199.241.150.142-20170820194457


 * 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 in 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.


 * 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.


 * Out from the door where it began.
 * Now far ahead the Road has gone,
 * Let others follow it who can!
 * Let them a journey new begin,
 * But I at last with weary feet
 * Will turn towards the lighted inn,
 * My evening-rest and sleep to meet.


 * Still round the corner there may wait
 * A new road or a secret gate,
 * And though I oft have passed them by,
 * A day will come at last when I
 * Shall take the hidden paths that run
 * West of the Moon, East of the Sun.