In Western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring
The trees may bud, the waters run
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
And swaying beeches bear
The Elven-starts as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep
Beyond all towers strong and high
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all Shadows rides the Sun,
And Stars forever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done
Nor bid the Stars farewell.

(J.R.R. Tolkien: A gyűrűk ura - A király visszatér)