LR 4.02.091 {ps} Too weary to Eye.

4.02.087 While the grey mouths.
4.02.088 At last, on light.
4.02.089 They had come speak.
4.02.090 For a while Lord.
4.02.091 Too weary to Eye.
4.02.092 The day passed him.
4.02.093 Suddenly Sam woke spoke.
4.02.094 ‘Sméagol promised,’ said thought.
4.02.095 ‘Yes, yes, my wonders.’