OLD WEALTH
( The Hobbit )
J.R.R Tolkien 1937
Far over the
misty mountains cold
To dungeons
deep and caverns old
We must away
ere break of day
To seek the
pale enchanted gold
The dwarves
of yore made mighty spells
While
hammers fell like ringing bells
In places
deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow
halls beneath the fells
For ancient
king and elvish lord
There many a
gleaming golden hoard
They shaped
and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in
gems on hilt of sword
On sliver
necklaces they strung
The
flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The
dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed
the light of moon and sun
Far over the
misty mountains cold
To dungeons
deep and caverns old
We must away
ere break of day
To claim out
long-forgotten gold
Goblets they
carved there for themselves
And harps of
gold; where no man delves
There lay
they long, and many a song
Was sung
unheard by men or elves
The pines
were roaring on the height
The winds
were moaning in the night
The fire was
red, it flaming spread
The trees
like torches blazed with light
The bells
were ringing in the dale
And men
looked up with faces pale
Then
dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low
their towers and houses frail
The mountain
smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves,
they heard the tramp of doom
They fled
their hall to dying fall
Beneath his
feet, beneath the moon
Far over the
misty mountains cold
To dungeons
deep and caverns old
We must away
ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold
