19 avril 2007
JRR TOLKIEN
And ever-murmuring musics spill,
For there the fount immortal flows:
Its water white leaps down the hill,
By silver stairs it singing goes
To the field of the unfading rose,
Where breathing on the glowing briar
The wind beyond the the world's end blows
To living flame the wandering fire.
-J. R. R. Tolkien
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