Where now is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? <br />Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? <br />Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? <br />They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; <br />The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. <br />Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning, <br />Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?<br /><br />John Ronald Reuel Tolkien<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lament-for-eorl-the-young/
