Sam's Song at the Doorstep of Cirit Ungol --by J.R.R. Tolkien

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 for ever dwell:

I will not say the Day is done,

Nor bid the Stars farewell.


Note: I chose this poem to post on my blog because a very close friend of mine, Maestro, who is a musical genius and plays more instruments than my school owns, wrote music to the poetry found in the Lord of the Rings trilogy, and this is the only one that I know how to play (on the piano) and sing (almost) perfectly.

Kudos to Maestro,
Katie J.