And not one in ten thousand knows your name

Copied from conversation with erzebeta, because it highly, highly amuses me.

I move to award Algernon Charles Swinburne geek points in retrospect for being a Peter Jackson hobbit.



From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

*accidentally conflates Proserpine and Galadriel and needs to lie down*