All linger here and will not come because my land is fair. When summer lies upon the world and in a noon of gold beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold, when woodland halls are green cool and wind is in the west come back to me, come back to me and say my land is best
That's a beautiful recitation of the part and I enjoyed listening to it. Hope I can check out this book to know more about such beautiful lines that will be in this book and also to understand the story that looks beautiful from what you have recited. Thank you for this part