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~ Historical & Classical Poetry ~

Lament of the Rohirrim


Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain in the mountain, like a wind through the meadow;
The days have gone down in the west behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke from the dead wood burning
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?



Quoted from "The Lord of the Rings", Vol.2: The Two Towers
by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (1892-1973)