The seasons go on in circles,
whatever else may cease to be,
one sure step after another—
the weary, aching world, bearing
the purpose for which she was made
forward to the High King’s return,
the inevitability
of time.
The seasons go on in circles,
whatever else may cease to be,
one sure step after another—
the weary, aching world, bearing
the purpose for which she was made
forward to the High King’s return,
the inevitability
of time.