The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
- Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Some paths are weary indeed.
And though they're pretty bad, a couple of photographs from last year.
Some paths are weary indeed.
And though they're pretty bad, a couple of photographs from last year.
Sendoff. Fifty years hence?
Library in the setting sun after the rains
1 comment:
Though there are more verses to this poem, I thought it'd be apt to share this one:
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.
All of us end up doing this. Well, almost all.
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