Roads go ever ever on, <br />Over rock and under tree, <br />By caves where never sun has shone, <br />By streams that never find the sea; <br />Over snow by winter sown, <br />And through the merry flowers of June, <br />Over grass and over stone, <br />And under mountains in the moon. <br /> <br />Roads go ever ever on, <br />Under cloud and under star. <br />Yet feet that wandering have gone <br />Turn at last to home afar. <br />Eyes that fire and sword have seen, <br />And horror in the halls of stone <br />Look at last on meadows green, <br />And trees and hills they long have known. <br /> <br />The Road goes ever on and on <br />Down from the door where it began. <br />Now far ahead the Road has gone, <br />And I must follow, if I can, <br />Pursuing it with eager feet, <br />Until it joins some larger way, <br />Where many paths and errands meet. <br /> <br />The Road goes ever on and on <br />Down from the door where it began. <br />Now far ahead the Road has gone, <br />And I must follow, if I can, <br />Pursuing it with weary feet, <br />Until it joins some larger way, <br />Where many paths and errands meet. <br />And whither then? I cannot say. <br /> <br />The Road goes ever on and on <br />Out from the door where it began. <br />Now far ahead the Road has gone. <br />Let others follow, if they can! <br />Let them a journety new begin. <br />But I at last with weary feet <br />Will turn towards the lighted inn, <br />My evening-rest and sleep to meet. <br /> <br />Still 'round the corner there may wait <br />A new road or secret gate; <br />And though I oft have passed them by, <br />A day will come at last when I <br />Shall take the hidden paths that run <br />West of the Moon, East of the Sun.<br /><br />John Ronald Reuel Tolkien<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roads-go-ever-on/
