In From the Woods
Oft as I walked those paths in greenwood hid,
I’d hear, above the birdsong, music sound,
And singing. Yet my youthful fears forbid,
That I should join the company there found.
Riven rudely from my blood and kin,
At tender age I walked the woods alone.
Knowing nought else, how might I then begin
To dream I’d be no longer on my own.
Yet dream I did and next when I did hear
Elves in sweet harmony their voices raise,
In songs such as might call forth many a tear
And laughter, too, and tales like to amaze,
I followed. So, I to thee my own tale tell
Of how I came this day to Rivendell!
