by JRR Tolkien 1892-1973 The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No word was lain on streams or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw aContinue reading “Durin”
by Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, To say that for destruction ice is also great And would suffice.