Down, But Not Out

In western lands beneath the Sun
The stars 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-stars 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