The Road Goes Ever On

    Roads go ever ever on,
     Over rock and under tree,
   By caves where never sun has shone,
     By streams that never find the sea;
   Over snow by winter sown,
     And through the merry flowers of June,
   Over grass and over stone,
     And under mountains of the moon.

   Roads go ever ever on
     Under cloud and under star,
   Yet feet that wandering have gone
     Turn at last to home afar.
   Eyes that fire and sword have seen
     And horror in the halls of stone
   Look at last on meadows green
     And trees and hills they long have known.

The Road goes ever on and on
     Down from the door where it began.
   Now far ahead the Road has gone,
     And I must follow, if I can,
   Pursuing it with eager feet,
     Until it joins some larger way
   Where many paths and errands meet.
     And whither then? I cannot say.
 
   The Road goes ever on and on
     Out from the door where it began.
   Now far ahead the Road has gone,
     Let others follow it who can!
   Let them a journey new begin,
     But I at last with weary feet
   Will turn towards the lighted inn,
     My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

-- J R R Tolkien