I Sit and Think



I Sit and Think :




I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,


of meadow-flowers 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.


I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,


and people who will see a world that I shall never know.


But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,


I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.



By
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien






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