The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say

And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.

Why must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better.

When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!

What do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'A cage,' she said.

deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone.

Praise from the praise-worthy is beyond all rewards.