Властелин колец: Две башни

           Aye,aye,therewasallonewoodonceuponatime:fromheretotheMountainsofLune,andthiswasjusttheEastEnd.

           ’Thosewerethebroaddays!TimewaswhenIcouldwalkandsingalldayandhearnomorethantheechoofmyownvoiceinthehollowhills.ThewoodswerelikethewoodsofLothlórien.onlythickerstronger,younger.Andthesmelloftheair!Iusedtospendaweekjustbreathing.’

           Treebeardfellsilent,stridingalong,andyetmakinghardlyasoundwithhisgreatfeet.Thenhebegantohumagain,andpassedintoamurmuringchant.Graduallythehobbitsbecameawarethathewaschantingtothem:

           Inthewillow-meadsofTasarinanIwalkedintheSpring.

           Ah!thesightandthesmelloftheSpringinNan-tasarion!

           AndIsaidthatwasgood.

           IwanderedinSummerintheelm-woodsofOssiriand.

           Ah!thelightandthemusicintheSummerbytheSevenRiversofOssir!

           AndIthoughtthatwasbest.

           TothebeechesofNeldorethIcameintheAutumn.

           Ah!thegoldandtheredandthesighingofleavesintheAutumninTaur-na-neldor!

           Itwasmorethanmydesire.

           Tothepine-treesuponthehighlandofDorthonionIclimbedintheWinter.

           Ah!thewindandthewhitenessandtheblackbranchesofWinteruponOrod-na-Thôn!

           Myvoicewentupandsanginthesky.

           Andnowallthoselandslieunderthewave.

           AndIwalkinAmbaróna,inTauremorna,inAldalómë.

           Inmyownland,inthecountryofFangorn,

           Wheretherootsarelong,

           Andtheyearsliethickerthantheleaves

           InTauremornalómë.