In The Willow - Meads of Tasarinan

In the willow-meads of Tasarinan,
I walked in the Spring.
Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring
In Nantasarion!
And I said that was good.

I wandered in Summer in the elmwoods
Of Ossiriand.
Ah! the light and the music of the Summer
By the Seven Rivers of Ossir!
And I thought that was best.

To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn.
Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves
In the Autumn in Taurnaneldor!
It was more than my desire.

To the pine trees upon the highland of Dorthonion
I climbed in the Winter.
Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches
Of Winter upon Orodnathon!
My voice went up and sang in the sky!

And now
All those lands
Lie under the wave,
And I walk in Ambarona,
In Tauremorna,
In Aldalome,
In my own land,
In the country of Fangorn,
Where the roots are long,
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
In Tauremornalome.