I sit beside the fire and think

  of all that I have seen,

of meadow-flowers and butterflies

  in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer

  in autumns that there were,

with morning mist and silver sun

  and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think

  of how the world will be

when winter comes without a spring

  that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things

  that I have never seen:

in every wood in every spring

  there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think

  of people long ago,

and people who will see a world

  that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think

  of times there were before,

I listen for reterning feet

  and voices at the door.

-The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring