We knew that land once, You and I, and once wandered there in the long days now gone by...
There was neither night nor day, an ever~eve of glooming light, when first there glimmered into sight The Cottage Of Lost Play. New~built it was, yet very old, white and thatched with straw of gold, and pierced with peeping lattices that looked toward the sea; and our own childrens' garden~plots were there; our own forget~me~nots, red daisies, cress and mustard, and radishes for tea. There all the borders, trimmed with box, were filled with favourite flowers, with phlox, with lupins, pinks, and hollyhocks, beneath a red may~tree; and all the gardens full of folk that their own little language spoke, but not to You and Me. ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
