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[00:41.24]When evening in the Shire was grey
[00:47.07]his footsteps on the Hill were heard;
[00:52.90]before the dawn he went away
[01:00.33]on journey long without a word.
[01:17.96]From Wilderland to Western shore,
[01:23.63]form northern waste to southern hill
[01:30.27]through dragon-lair and hidden door
[01:35.99]and darkling woods he walked at will.
[01:52.17]With Dwarves and Hobbits, Elves and Men,
[01:55.61]with mortal and immortal folk,
[02:01.25]with bird on bough and beast in den,
[02:08.38]in their own secret tounges he spoke.
[02:25.66]A deadly sword, a healing hand,
[02:31.55]a back that bent beneath its load;
[02:37.64]a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
[02:44.91]a weary pilgrim on the road.
[03:02.63]A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
[03:08.79]swift in anger, quick to laugh;
[03:15.61]an old man in a battered hat
[03:21.68]who leaned upon a thorny staff.
[03:37.84]He stood upon the bridge alone
[03:41.62]and Fire and Shadow both defied;
[03:48.14]his staff was broken on the stone,
[03:57.31]in Khazad-dum his wisdom died.
[04:27.74]The finest rockets ever seen:
[04:32.40]they burst instars of blue and green,
[04:37.50]or after thunder golden showers
[04:43.71]came falling like a rain of flowers.