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'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.