sabato 25 febbraio 2017

The King beneath the mountains

The King beneath the mountains,
    The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
    Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden,
    His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
    To songs of yore re-sung.

The woods shall wave on mountains
    And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
    And the rivers golden run.

The streams shall run in gladness,
    The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
    At the Mountain-king's return! 
                                                                                               ( JRR Tolkien )          

( A couple of days ago we could enjoy a powerful moment, during the snow storm the clouds got thinner and the sun started shining through them giving the sky that amazing color. I felt small and filled with amazement. I believe the image of that mighty sky can fit the wonderful Tolkien's poem about the mighty King under the mountain )

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