“It was evening, and the stars were glimmering in the eastern sky as they passed the ruined oak and turned and went on down the hill between the hazel-thickets. Sam was silent, deep in his memories.
Presently he became aware that Frodo was singing softly to himself, singing the old-walking song, but the words were not quite the same.
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.“
–J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (New York: Houghton Mifflin, 1954), 1028.
