Perhaps easy, but a sombre one as well.
It was G.B Smith, one of Tolkien's school mates, a member of the T.C.B.S. who had read Tolkien's early poetry and shared the early ideas and excitement about writing. Smith wrote those words to Tolkien shortly before he was was himself killed in World War I when a shell burst behind him while walking down a village road.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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