VOICES AT THE DOOR

I'm not quite sure what to make of this except that it speaks to beauty and the mortal life. Perhaps we will know that spring that comes after the last winter. But not as mortals. I'm rereading the books after a long time and rewatcing the films. And thinking. 

I SIT BESIDE THE FIRE AND THINK 

I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

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.

JRR Tolkien in The Lord of the Rings voice by Bilbo Baggins