Whimsical Art for Everyday
I Sit Beside the Fire by J. R. R. Tolkien
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be 
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see. 
For still there are so many things that I have never seen: 
in every wood in every spring there is a different green. 
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, 
and people who will see a world that I shall never know. 
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,  
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door. 
