Alright, READ THIS BEFORE. I know this is not my work, but I wanted to post it up here to see how many people recognize it. I won't tell you who wrote it, or where it's derived from, or even where it's very prominently displayed. If at least three people can tell me who this is, then I will be a very happy cookie.
Where is 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 wind on the mountain, like rain in the meadow,
The days 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 of the Sea returning?
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