Whose woods these are I think I know,
Fangorn is at an Entmoot, though -
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods defeat our foe.
Saruman must think it queer
That trees have gathered round so near,
Between the Coomb and Isegard
This evening of our darkest year.
He gives his palantir a shake
To check if there is some mistake,
For new sounds cause Orthanc to quake:
Hooming echo, walls that break.
I wish that I could stay to see
The woods defeat my enemy,
Towering high the glowing steam:
Ents sweet revenge; fury of tree.
The woods are raging, dark and deep-
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.