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The Mewlips

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[[Image:Richard Svensson-The Mewlips.jpg|thumb|250px|''The Mewlips'' by Richard Svensson.]]
 
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'''''The Mewlips''''' is a nonsensical but eerie [[hobbit]] poem, appearing in the work ''The Adventures of Tom Bombadil'' by [[J.R.R. Tolkien]]. It concerns the ''Mewlips'', an imaginary race of evil creatures that feed on passers by, collecting their bones in a sack. The poem describes the long and lonely road needed to reach the Mewlips, travelling beyond the Merlock Mountains, and through the marsh of Tode and the wood of "hanging trees and [[Gallows-Weed]]". None of these places appear on any of the maps. There is a mention, in the same poem, of ''gorcrows'', creatures who croak in their sleep; nothing more is said of them.
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'''''The Mewlips''''' is a nonsensical but eerie [[hobbit]] poem, appearing in the work ''The Adventures of Tom Bombadil'' by [[J.R.R. Tolkien]]. It concerns the ''Mewlips'', an imaginary race of evil creatures that feed on passers by, collecting their bones in a sack. The poem describes the long and lonely road needed to reach the Mewlips, travelling beyond the Merlock Mountains, and through the marsh of Tode and the wood of "hanging trees and [[Gallows-Weed]]". None of these places appear on any of the maps.
  
 
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Beside the rotting river-strand
 
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The drooping willows weep,
 
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Croaking in their sleep.
 
Croaking in their sleep.
  

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File:Richard Svensson-The Mewlips.jpg
The Mewlips by Richard Svensson.

The Mewlips is a nonsensical but eerie hobbit poem, appearing in the work The Adventures of Tom Bombadil by J.R.R. Tolkien. It concerns the Mewlips, an imaginary race of evil creatures that feed on passers by, collecting their bones in a sack. The poem describes the long and lonely road needed to reach the Mewlips, travelling beyond the Merlock Mountains, and through the marsh of Tode and the wood of "hanging trees and Gallows-Weed". None of these places appear on any of the maps.

The Poem

The Shadows where the Mewlips dwell
Are dark and wet as ink,
And slow and softly rings their bell,
As in the slime you sink.

You sink into the slime, who dare
To knock upon their door,
While down the grinning gargoyles stare
And noisome waters pour.

Beside the rotting river-strand
The drooping willows weep,
And gloomily the gorcrows stand
Croaking in their sleep.

Over the Merlock Mountains a long and weary way,
In a mouldy valley where the trees are grey,
By a dark pool´s borders without wind or tide,
Moonless and sunless, the Mewlips hide.

The cellars where the Mewlips sit
Are deep and dank and cold
With single sickly candle lit;
And there they count their gold.

Their walls are wet, their ceilings drip;
Their feet upon the floor
Go softly with a squish-flap-flip,
As they sidle to the door.

They peep out slyly; through a crack
Their feeling fingers creep,
And when they´ve finished, in a sack
Your bones they take to keep.

Beyond the Merlock Mountains, a long and lonely road,
Through the spider-shadows and the marsh of Tode,
And through the wood of hanging trees and gallows-weed,
You go to find the Mewlips - and the Mewlips feed.

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