While reading Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte, I noticed a few things that reminded me of LOTR in the following poem:
"My feet are sore, and my limbs they are weary;
Long is the way, and the mountains are wild;
Soon will the twighlight close moonless and dreary
Over the path of the poor orphan child.
Why did they send me so far and so lonely,
Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?
Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only
Watch'd o'er the steps of the poor orphan child.
Yet distant and soft the night-breeze is blowing,
Clouds there are none, and clear stars beam mild.
God, in His mercy, protection is showing,
Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child.
Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing,
Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled,
Still will my Father, with promise and blessing,
Take to the his bosom the poor orphan child.
There is a thought that for strength should avail me,
Though both shelter kindred despoiled;
Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me;
God is a friend to the poor orphan child."
The one thing that stuck out was the part about the light in the marshes, like the Dead Marshes and the candles. This idea seems to come up in other books I have read also.
I heard that there was some myth or something about marshes and the lights, but I really don't know much else about it. If anyone knows more about it and would be so kind as to share it with me, I would really appreciate it!
(HeeHee! I posted a topic! It is so exciting!
)
"My feet are sore, and my limbs they are weary;
Long is the way, and the mountains are wild;
Soon will the twighlight close moonless and dreary
Over the path of the poor orphan child.
Why did they send me so far and so lonely,
Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?
Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only
Watch'd o'er the steps of the poor orphan child.
Yet distant and soft the night-breeze is blowing,
Clouds there are none, and clear stars beam mild.
God, in His mercy, protection is showing,
Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child.
Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing,
Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled,
Still will my Father, with promise and blessing,
Take to the his bosom the poor orphan child.
There is a thought that for strength should avail me,
Though both shelter kindred despoiled;
Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me;
God is a friend to the poor orphan child."
The one thing that stuck out was the part about the light in the marshes, like the Dead Marshes and the candles. This idea seems to come up in other books I have read also.
I heard that there was some myth or something about marshes and the lights, but I really don't know much else about it. If anyone knows more about it and would be so kind as to share it with me, I would really appreciate it!
(HeeHee! I posted a topic! It is so exciting!


