[Evisse the Blue]

Ok, here's a new one:

This time a poem by Byron. I managed to modify only the last stanza, so here it is:

Original version:

From the wreck of the past, which hath perished,
Thus much I at least may recall:
It hath taught me that which I most cherished
Deserved to be dearest of all.
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.

My version: (This can be from Frodo or Sam's POV)

From the wreck of the past, which hath perished,
Thus much I at least can recall:
It hath taught me that Hope that I cherished
Deserved to be dearest of all.
Golden flowers still dwell in the meadow,
In Gondor there grows a White Tree.
And a star brightly piercing the shadow,
Says that Beauty forever shall be.