For passing where the days, my friend
And doomed the nights, {repeat}
When flitting ghostmoths danced
Round tapers in the moveless air.
And doomed already were,
The radiant dawns, {repeat}
The odour and the noiseo f meads
And all about is night.
One moment now may give us more
Than fifty years of reason,
Our minds shall drink of every pore
The spirit of the season
[1] ( To her fair works did nature link
The human souls that through me ran
And much it grieved my heart to think
What I can make of man.
You look around on Middle-Earth
As if she for no purpose bore you,
As if you were her first-born birth,
And none had lived before you.)
I sit upon this old grey stone, and dream my time away. {repeat}
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Writer(s): Richard Lederer, Michael Andreas Gregor
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