All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.

This has got to be one of my personal favorites from the vast collection of Tolkien's poetry from the Fellowship of the Ring. By the way, to my complete shame, I still haven't seen the new movie. Baka me!!!