Surface of Coldair

I will stand on Coldair again and walk by the mirror-lakes in the dark.

In the deep shadows of Mithrim I will watch for the glow of twilight.

I will trudge the sticky deserts. I will shelter in gleaming koppies, and drink scarcely of their pungent, rocky water, as I did once before, and as other walkers will do long after me.

But that is all. I will not stay.