Rohan (full version) Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk , and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harp string, And the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rains on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down into the west behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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