THE ROAD GOES EVER ON
Poem J.R.R. Tolkien
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 wither then? I cannot say
Wither then--I cannot say
Roads go ever on and on
Over rock and under tree
By caves where never sun has shone
By streams that never find the sea
Over snow by winter sown
And through the merry flowers of June
Over grass and over stone
And under mountains in the moon
Under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever on and on
Under cloud and under star
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have know
Trees and hills they long have know.
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 toward the lighten inn
My evening rest and sleep to meet
Evening rest and sleep to meet.
--Mbo
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