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"
Have
peace
now
,
"
she
said
,
'
until
the
morning
!
Heed
no
nightly
noises
!
For
nothing
passes
door
and
window
here
save
moonlight
and
starlight
and
the
wind
off
the
hil-top
.
Good
night
!
"
She
passed
out
of
the
room
with
a
glimmer
and
a
rustle
.
The
sound
of
her
footsteps
was
like
a
stream
faling
gently
away
downhil
over
cool
stones
in
the
quiet
of
night
.
Tom
sat
on
a
while
beside
them
in
silence
,
while
each
of
them
tried
to
muster
the
courage
to
ask
one
of
the
many
questions
he
had
meant
to
ask
at
supper
.
Sleep
gathered
on
their
eyelids
.
At
last
Frodo
spoke
:
"
Did
you
hear
me
caling
,
Master
,
or
was
it
just
chance
that
brought
you
at
that
moment
?
"
Tom
stirred
like
a
man
shaken
out
of
a
pleasant
dream
.
"
Eh
,
what
?
"
said
he
.
"
Did
I
hear
you
caling
?
Nay
,
I
did
not
hear
:
I
was
busy
singing
.
Just
chance
brought
me
then
,
if
chance
you
call
it
.
It
was
no
plan
of
mine
,
though
I
was
waiting
for
you
.
We
heard
news
of
you
,
and
learned
that
you
were
wandering
.
We
guessed
you
'd
come
ere
long
down
to
the
water
:
all
paths
lead
that
way
,
down
to
Withywindle
.
Old
grey
Wilow-man
,
he
's
a
mighty
singer
;
and
it
's
hard
for
little
folk
to
escape
his
cunning
mazes
.
But
Tom
had
an
errand
there
,
that
he
dared
not
hinder
.
"
Tom
nodded
as
if
sleep
was
taking
him
again
;
but
he
went
on
in
a
soft
singing
voice
:
I
had
an
errand
there
:
gathering
water-lilies
,
green
leaves
and
lilies
white
to
please
my
pretty
lady
,
the
last
ere
the
year
's
end
to
keep
them
from
the
winter
,
to
flower
by
her
pretty
feet
tilt
the
snows
are
melted
.
Each
year
at
summer
's
end
I
go
to
find
them
for
her
,
in
a
wide
pool
,
deep
and
clear
,
far
down
Withywindle
;
there
they
open
first
in
spring
and
there
they
linger
latest
.
By
that
pool
long
ago
I
found
the
River-daughter
,
fair
young
Goldberry
sitting
in
the
rushes
.
Sweet
was
her
singing
then
,
and
her
heart
was
beating
!
He
opened
his
eyes
and
looked
at
them
with
a
sudden
glint
of
blue
:
And
that
proved
well
for
you
-
for
now
I
shal
no
longer
go
down
deep
again
along
the
forest-water
,
not
while
the
year
is
old
.
Nor
shal
I
be
passing
Old
Man
Wilow
's
house
this
side
of
spring-time
,
not
till
the
merry
spring
,
when
the
River-daughter
dances
down
the
withy-path
to
bathe
in
the
water
.
