It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond.
Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.
Memory is not what the heart desires.
It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart.
If this is victory, then our hands are too small to hold it.
And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.