Eorl the Young
Where now the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk,
and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring,
and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest
and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain,
like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West
behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke
of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years
from the Sea returning?
~As written by a poet of Rohan and recited by Aragorn (The Two Towers - Book 3, Ch. 6 "The King of the Golden Hall")
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Last updated: July 11, 2001