Zukkor Zzov Bilbos Song ( I sit beside the fire and think)

Dedicated to the bright memory of J. R. R. Tolkien I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen of meadowflowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see. For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green.