BILBO'S SONG (J.R.R. Tolkien) 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.