{"id":670,"date":"2013-06-23T17:05:48","date_gmt":"2013-06-24T00:05:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=670"},"modified":"2022-01-28T10:18:31","modified_gmt":"2022-01-28T18:18:31","slug":"0623","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/06\/23\/0623\/","title":{"rendered":"0623"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/062013\/0623.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0623<br \/>\nWe were trippin&#8217;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Journey&#8217;s End <\/strong><br \/>\nBy J. R. R. Tolkien<\/p>\n<p>In western lands beneath the Sun<br \/>\nThe flowers may rise in Spring,<br \/>\nThe trees may bud, the waters run,<br \/>\nThe merry finches sing.<br \/>\nOr there maybe &#8217;tis cloudless night,<br \/>\nAnd swaying branches bear<br \/>\nThe Elven-stars as jewels white<br \/>\nAmid their branching hair.<\/p>\n<p>Though here at journey&#8217;s end I lie<br \/>\nIn darkness buried deep,<br \/>\nBeyond all towers strong and high,<br \/>\nBeyond all mountains steep,<br \/>\nAbove all shadows rides the Sun<br \/>\nAnd Stars for ever dwell:<br \/>\nI will not say the Day is done,<br \/>\nNor bid the Stars farewell.<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"0623 We were trippin\\' Journey\\'s End By J. R. R. Tolkien In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe \\'tis cloudless night, And swaying branches bear The Elven-stars as jewels white Amid their branching hair. Though here at journey\\'s end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>0623 We were trippin&#8217; Journey&#8217;s End By J. R. R. Tolkien In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe &#8217;tis cloudless night, And swaying branches bear The Elven-stars as jewels white Amid their branching hair. Though here &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/06\/23\/0623\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">0623<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[46,52,29,48,133,55,41],"class_list":["post-670","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic","tag-bed","tag-europe","tag-ireland","tag-planes","tag-sun","tag-uk","tag-vacation"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/670"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=670"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/670\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":671,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/670\/revisions\/671"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=670"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=670"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=670"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}