Charlotte Date

“The road goes ever on and on”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again

“Rest you here, enchanter, while the light fades,
Vision narrows, and the far
Sky-edge is gone with the sun.
Be content with the small spark
Of the coal, the smell
Of food, and the breath
Of frost beyond the shut door.
Home is here, and familiar things;
A cup, a wooden bowl, a blanket,
Prayer, a gift for the god, and sleep.
(And music, says the harp, And music.)
Rest here, enchanter, while the fire dies.
In a breath, in an eyelid's fall,
You will see them, the dreams;
The sword and the young king,
The white horse and the running water,
The lit lamp and the boy smiling.
Dreams, dreams, enchanter! Gone with the harp's echo
when the strings
Fall mute; with the flame's shadow when the fire
Dies.
Be still, and listen.
Far on the black air Blows the great wind, rises
The running tide, flows the clear river.
Listen, enchanter, hear
Through the black air and the singing air
The music….”
― Mary Stewart

“Even the smallest person can change the course of the future”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Perhaps the Irish are so rich in the voice because twas the only thing the English could not take from them. It is why the Welsh sing.”
― Owen Parry, Faded Coat of Blue