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J R R Tolkien - SeasonsJ R R Tolkien - Seasons
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In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring. Ah! The sight and smell of the Spring in Nantasarion! And I said that was good. I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand. Ah! The light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir! And I thought that was best. To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn. Ah! The gold and red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor! It was more than my desire. To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in Winter. Ah! The wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thon! My voice went up and sang in the sky. And now all those lands lie under the wave, And I walk in Ambarona, in Tauremorna, in Aldalome, In my own land, in the country of Fangorn, Where the roots are long, And the years lie thicker than leaves In Tauremornalome.
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