J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
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 thе halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long havе 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
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 weary feet
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet
And whither then? I cannot say
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began
Now far ahead the Road has gone
Let others follow, if they 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 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