[Rhyminsimon]

I see on your tagline
Two good lines of prose
Written by a master
In two lines, it shows

Where now the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
Is this not then, the appointed time?
Perhaps, we have no way of knowing.

[Rhyminsimon]

I hate it when that happens
I feel like such a schmuck
A double post because of a twitch
Is a terrible stroke of luck

[My back yard]

The rest of it is..

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
Thedays have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

Theoden, TTT, Book 1, page 130