By J.R.R. Tolkien, taken from his book, The Return of the King
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars forever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.
Though I regret to say it, this will be the final Poem of the Week that I share on Literary Lane. Since I first began this meme back in 2011, my aspirations for this blog have shifted in several ways. At this point, I don't believe sharing a weekly poem is the proper fit. I've approached the Ecclesiastical time to uproot, and bitter though it may be, I know the time for planting is not far coming. Therefore,
"I will not say the Day is done, nor bid the Stars farewell!"