In western lands beneath the Sun <br />The flowers may rise in Spring, <br />The trees may bud, the waters run, <br />The merry finches sing. <br />Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night, <br />And swaying branches bear <br />The Elven-stars as jewels white <br />Amid their branching hair. <br /> <br />Though here at journey's end I lie <br />In darkness buried deep, <br />Beyond all towers strong and high, <br />Beyond all mountains steep, <br />Above all shadows rides the Sun <br />And Stars for ever dwell: <br />I will not say the Day is done, <br />Nor bid the Stars farewell.<br /><br />John Ronald Reuel Tolkien<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-s-end/
