Pay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.
J. R. R. TolkienTo whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this?
J. R. R. TolkienSplendid! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!
J. R. R. Tolkien