Hail thee, hail,
My shadowy dale,
Thy brightest mornings,
The shepherd’s calling,
Thy endless rains,
The horse’s manes
And strangers walking,
Quietly talking.
Long days to live,
My blue river-sleeve!
On water a sun-beam
Or a day so dim.
Birds in the willows,
Beasts in their hollows,
Time you can swallow,
Peace you can give.
Thank you a lot,
My piece of this world!
You are the beginning
Of many things living:
Of songs and verses
And pictures of horses,
And merry fire
In this end of Shire.
16.01.07.
The Shire
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