The wind was on the withered heath,
but in the forest
Beneath the Moon and under star
he wandered far from strands,
bewildered
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
for ever blest, since here
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns
Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
And
The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord
The Road goes ever on and on,
out from the door
An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains
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