J. R. R. Tolkien — In the Willow-Meads of Tasarinan

In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion! And I said that was good I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand Ah! the light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir! And I thought that was best To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn Ah! the gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor! It was more than my desire To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbеd in the Winter Ah! the wind and thе whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thôn! My voice went up and sang in the sky And now all those lands lie under the wave And I walk in Ambarona, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë In my own land, in the country of Fangorn Where the roots are long And the years lie thicker than the leaves In Tauremornalómë