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Lord of the Rings character foreseeing an important meeting in a vision. |
| A cold white pale Morning I dreamt of, The sun’s beams Bright and golden And yet cold. The sky, Blue and pale too, Clad in soft white Clouds it was. And it was springtime, And the wind was Blowing and the blond Grain waved at me Dancing with the soft Breeze over the plains. Away from the White Tower I was riding, bound Northwest when this I saw. But darkest it seemed to Become as I was getting Closer, and sad I felt for I Longed to see the sun, to feel The warmth I knew that could Give me. Drawing more closer I could feel changing Happen, my heart Rejoicing and lo! The white pale Spring morning made a warm Colourful summer day, The sun shining out The brighter, The clouds flying away, The sky clear and blue And never was I to Return from those Plains for a song was in the wind and Cast a spell upon me And wouldn’t free me. Unknown was the meaning Of the riddle to me Though I know a great joy will Come when I find it For my heart was glad At my waking up. |