Dartha o nas a thar emyn Men 'wain egor annon thurin Ah ae anann erphennin hain Na vedui cenithon aur wain I badathon raid yriel Amrûn n'Anor, Annûn n'Ithil. Still round a corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate; And though I oft have passed them by, A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.