Les aventures de Tom Bombadil [antikvár]

Old Tom Bombadil was a merry fellow;bright blue his jacket was and his boots were yellow,green were his girdle and his breeches all of leather;he wore in his tall hat a swan-wing feather.He lived up under Hill, were the Withywindleran from a grassy well down into the dingle.Old Tom in summertime walked about the meadows gathering the buttercups, running after shadows, tickling the bumblebees that buzzed among the flowers, sitting by the waterside for hours upon hours.There his beard dangled long down into the water: up came Goldberry, the River-woman's daughter; pulled Tom's hanging hair. In he went a-wallowing under the water-lilies, bubbling and a-swallowing."Hey, Tom Bombadil! Whither are you going?" said fair Goldberry. "Bubbles you are blowing, frightening the finny fish and the brown water-rat, startling the dabchicks, and drowing your feather-hat!""You bring it back again, there's a pretty maiden!" said Tom Bombadil. "I do not care for wading. Go down! Sleep again where the pools are shady far below willow-roots, little water-lady!"