“Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.” 
― J.R.R Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

THE BLACK RIDERS AND OTHER LINES 
Stephen Crane

Published May 11, 1895

Three little birds in a row 
Sat musing. 
A man passed near that place. 
Then did the little birds nudge each other. 
They said, "He thinks he can sing." 
They threw back their heads to laugh. 
With quaint countenances 
They regarded him. 
They were very curious, 
Those three little birds in a row.

THE BLACK RIDERS AND OTHER LINES 
Stephen Crane

Published May 11, 1895

"In the desert 
I saw a creature, naked, bestial, 
who, squatting upon the ground, 
Held his heart in his hands, 
And ate of it. 
I said, "Is it good, friend?" 
"It is bitter bitter," he answered; 
"But I like it 
Because it is bitter, 
And because it is my heart.""