Home at Last
Brown the grass and gray the leaves,
Here in autumn amid the trees.
Here and there I, wandering, turn
More about this land to learn.
Now I pause `neath quaking limbs
As the evening light grows dim;
Night's approaching: as it falls,
Night birds start their haunting calls,
Silvery light from yonder stars
Filters down in glimmering bars,
And glorious moonbeams shining down
Give me now a glowing crown.
Ah, Elbereth, our lady fair!
I can almost see her there;
A breath of wind now: did she pass?
A whisper: Here's your home at last.
Mountains tall and forest here,
Vast, strange plains are also near;
So here I'll dwell and learn their lore,
And roam and wander nevermore.
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