An Ode to:
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 left us bitter and all seems all but lost. All that is gold does
not glitter. Deep roots are not reached by the frost. . .