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Dec. 22nd, 2007 01:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensFriday is over.
Tomorrow: Christmas shopping. Possibly some wrapping. Attempted finishing of second mitten for aunt.
Sunday: Wrap. Pack. Clean.
Monday: work till mid-afternoon, then get train home.
Woo hoo.
---
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.
-- JRR Tolkien
Tomorrow: Christmas shopping. Possibly some wrapping. Attempted finishing of second mitten for aunt.
Sunday: Wrap. Pack. Clean.
Monday: work till mid-afternoon, then get train home.
Woo hoo.
---
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.
-- JRR Tolkien
