Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love. P. Neruda
A fox passing through the wood on business of its own stopped several minutes and sniffed.
‘Hobbits!' he thought. 'Well, what’s next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have never heard of a hobbit sleeping out of doors under a tree. There’s something mighty queer about this.’
He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it.