One of my favorite authors is Mr. Tolkien himself.  This always fed my love of fantasy when I was younger. 

Vi Dýr Ennui

(translation of a poem by J.R.R. Tolkien)

In western lands beneath the Sun
In spring, flowers rise,
The trees bud, waters run,*
And the merry little birds sing.
Vi dýr ennui nu Anor
Ned echuir lyth eriar
I yrn ethuiwar, nin nurar
Ar aew verin linnar.
There it is cloudless night
And shuddering beeches hold
The starry host, the white jewels,
On their branching hair.
Ennas dû alfanui
A ferin 'irith gerir
I elenath, viriath fain,
Vi finnel gelfib dîn.
Here at my path's end I am lingering
In deep darkness buried.
Beyond towers strong and high
Beyond all mountains steep
Sí na veth bâden im derel
Vi dúath dofn tummen.
Atham meraid velig a tynd
Athan eryd bain beraidh
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And stars always dwell.
I will not say 'The day is done'
Or to the stars 'farewell'.
Or 'waith bain nura Anor
A panlû elin cuinar
Ú-pedithon 'i-aur gwann'
Egor nai îl 'namarië'.