Ode: Edgar Allan Poe & J.R.R. Tolkien
Once upon a midnight
dreary, as I pondered weak and weary over a quaint and forgotten lore. . .
There came a rapping: "rap-tap-tapping" at my
chamber door. It was in the bleak December, as I pondered by the embers. All that I do remember: If the world should come
between us and we should have to part. When love has't left us bitter and all seems all but lost. All that is gold does not
glitter. Deep roots are not reached by the frost.