Bilbo's Last Song' - J.R.R. Tolkien
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see. For still there are so many things that I have never seen: In every wood in every spring there is a different green. I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know.