The king shall come when morning dawns and light triumphant breaks, when beauty gilds the eastern hills and life to joy awakes.
Words: Greek;
trans. John Brownlie, 1907
Music: St. Stephen
Meter: CM
...on reading The Return of the King. LOTR is such sweet fantasy.
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Fond musings on empty space...words that linger
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